Barbie Doll (feat. Chance the Rapper)

Okay
Ayy, okay, huh

God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow
She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone
I got nothin' but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both (okay, this beat from wylan)

Where them keys? I'm grabbin' 'em both
Say please, I'm giving you more
Baby, don't tease, you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know
And I got time, I'm doing the most
Don't got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know

Pretty girl styling the gold, her tooth-gem smile, and it glow (glow)
Thrifted dress, but it's skin-tight, damn near can see her soul (soul)
She wanna have a big night, espresso martini, SoHo
She finna do her big one, her ex grabbed his chest, said: Oh, no (oh, no)
Grabbin' her, kissing her neck
Pickin' her up, he sending her texts (what?)
He calling her phone, tryna get her back
I'm telling her friends, Go climb in the back (yeah)
We ridin' around, he circling back
We paintin' the town, he lurking on apps
She in the front seat doing karaoke while her two best friends wanna twerk in the back
Fourth one left and the third took a nap
Second one sittin' in the first one lap (yeah)
Said, Take us home, take care of our girl, and the rest was a verse and the verse was a wrap (oh)
Keep my word, keep the dirt under wraps
Happy ending, it was perfect at that
Keep my number in case of emergency 'cause if you prefer, then we can sure run it back (what?)

God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow
She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone
I got nothin' but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both

Okay, pretty girls freezing in Chrome Heart, gave her the nickname Cold
Hey, read a book on the murder she wrote (woah)
What's the chance of me taking you home?
Say, Chance, I'm calling an iso
Are you hearing me clear? Is the mic' on?
You look good, we can do it with the lights on
We'll both be home when the night gone (yeah, bae)
You too fine to be stuck on the phone
I'ma fuck the first night 'cause I'm grown
Baby, who the fuck said I was all bad?
Even then, you said that they wrong
I can look and just tell that you all bad
I can tell that you all bad, oh

God, this lil bitch bad, know she a bag, know she a Barbie doll
Swerve, I move too fast, we just might crash, you know I ain't driving slow
She ain't got nothin' but ass, nothin' but class, just know I ain't leaving it alone
I got nothin' but cash in a roll
If you got a twin, I'm grabbin' you both

Where them keys? I'm grabbin' 'em both
Say please, I'm giving you more
Baby, don't tease, you know that we grown
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know
And I got time, I'm doing the most
Don't got time, I just pour a four
You need me, you know where to go
Keep shit quiet, you know what you know