I Might Just

The way you sit on that ass, I might just buy you a bag

I might just prada your bag I might just call up your dad

And say you're not coming back Cause I'm so proud of this catch

And fuck anybody who ain't fucking with them

I might just blow out your back

And spend a couple more racks

Or put your name on the gram

And put your name on the track I might just cop Cadillacs

And tint the windows real black So no one can see the shit that we do in the back

I might just kneel down When you scream my name, that's a real sound