Ghetto Love Song

I'm like a go-kart, cause I a crash out if you start tweakin'

Niggas lying, talking bout I owe dem, is Lamar speaking?

She got a wax, I touched it once and then it start squeaking

Promise if I pull this thang out, then it's a long weekend

I can't lie girl, you the type I bring my mama to

The second best outside of making money is spending time with you

And you not broke, so that's a double plus

Might as well just grow this bag together, we can double up

Lashes, lids, face, nails, done

It's a thousand girls in here, but to me, I only see the one