Bahamas might work
Turks might work
I could tell you love to party
(T-t-turn me up, Five)
She say I’m just getting started, damn
Mm, pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls
Turn into bad bitches
Ain’t no more holdin’ her hand, it’s time to expand
She wanna get on the ‘Gram and take pics in the sand
She tryna work on her tan, you ever been to Thailand?
We ain’t gotta pack no clothes, we can shop when we land
You want bad bitch views? What you willin’ to do?
She can’t come to your room, unless it’s in Tulum
You ain’t ready for her, I think you should slow your roll
Is you ready for her? No, no, no, no, no (No, no, no)
She’s a passport junkie, spend that bread like a dummy
Yeah, he met her on Sunday, was in the airport by Monday
If you really gettin’ money, take that girl out the country
She like niggas that’s fun, takin’ shots, gettin’ blunted
I’ll do whatever for your love, it ain’t no leavin’ me
Spend a million in a month, who gon’ compete with me?
I might take her to Paris, fly out her whole family
He rented a yacht and took her to Miami
Listen, listen, listen, I love Miami
But she don’t wanna go no more
She don’t wanna go no more
‘Cause it’s not the same
Times changed
Oh, how the times change
She don’t wanna go no more
She don’t wanna go no more
She’s a passport junkie
Takin’ trips out the country
Takin’ trips out the country
Oh, how the times change
‘Cause it’s not the same
Oh, how the times change (Ayy, listen)
She don’t wanna go no more (If you ain’t got no bag, you can’t even bag her, you know what I’m talkin’ ’bout)
She don’t wanna go no more (Oh, youngin)
Out her gettin’ it man, two-hundred dollar hotel rooms and shit, used to be the shit, no sir
Oh, how the times change
If you ain’t got no bag, man, focus on yourself, man
If you ain’t got no paper, man, focus on yourself, man