I think I like him more than I like Trader Joe's

I’ll swallow kids if he start eatin' vegetables

New York n!gga with the love for Arizonas

I got the juice he 'bout to start sippin' on

You see how it be, you ain't know you needed me

Now I'm all in your room

Look at you, want a piece of me

The ripe fruit hangin' off the tree

I’m a mango mami, pero te quiero papi

But not more than I want to be makin' so much money

You gon' hit my phone when I get on

You gon' sing this song like all day long

Stank attitude, bad allergies, might embarrass you

Make your granny see me at your barbecue

Pop a Plan B, stop the family, your father not cute

I’m starvin' at the function, I'm marvellin' at your cousin

Do he know where the stash is at?

Where the lobster, the crabs and the pasta's at?

He laughed at me, he do though

I can see his maduro inside my noodle

You gon' hit my phone when I get on

You gon' sing this song like all day long

We don't f*ck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's

Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes

Tryna cuff but I know you gonna leave me 'lone

When my phone ring it's 'cause of n!ggas seen the way I grow

We don't f*ck, he just pick me up from Trader Joe's

Carry all my groceries and lick on all my toes

Tryna cuff but I know you gonna leave me 'lone

When my phone ring it's 'cause of n!ggas seen the way I grow

You gon' hit my phone when I get on

You gon' sing this song like all day long

You gon' hit my phone when I get on

You gon' sing this song like all day long