Locations ft. prodby.Waste & Dr.V Lyrics

She got that necklace filled with diamonds, yeah my fashion killer

Out that dress, to my bed, roses red, my jacket, Thriller

She play hard to get, just outta my touch

But I ain't outta time, livin' lavish, lux (Uh)

We off to Mars (Yeah)

Said it in the past, resume no pause

Give my applause

When you leave me girl I get withdraws

I gotta ask, are you down?

Where you stayin' in town?

Why don't you stay with me in the loaded suite that's in my house

Got a phrase in mind, confidence, the way she wearin' it

Girl you got it, let 'em know, ain't no comparison

Pull up in the GT 40, yeah like I'm Harrison

Flight to LA from NY, that's transamerican

Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico

I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino

Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino

And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though

Nah, nah, nah, nah, there's no comparison

First time I saw that you were the one that I be marryin'

Thinkin' 'bout the way you turn me on, is that embarrassin'?

Catch a flight to LA cause you know that's where the players is

Ride through the town, and you know that I do it again

Pass it around, never messin' up the rotation

An eye for the crown, like you thinkin' its up for the takin'

I just knew that you would be the one, you got my world changin'

Got a phrase in mind, confidence, the way she wearin' it

Girl you got it, let 'em know, ain't no comparison

Pull up in the GT 40, yeah like I'm Harrison

Flight to LA from NY, that's transamerican

Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico

I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino

Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino

And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though

Check the weather, Cupertino, off to Puerto Rico

I hit this model on the Gram, she from San Bernardino

Her picture's in the magazine, she got on Valentino

And she got a private on the Snap, location's on for me though