In the middle of the night, you hold me tight. Said, "It's alright, I'm yours forever". I'll do what you want, if you don't hurt me. I'll cook and clean, I'll make you happy.
(Verse 1). Roll out, straight to the ATL. Coming from the DET gotta bail. Gotta get mail in adbundance. Stat watch that yay on the oven. Nigga this hustlin'.