She was out with her friends
She was wasted, said she wanna go to Pluto
And I was chilling with the mandem
Sipping on Monkey Shoulder
We smoking that zaza, smoking that lala
Chilling at the crib'o
We steady chilling rolling dice
We steady chilling playing ludo
Said she wanna go to Pluto
Said she wanna go to Pluto
Who knows what she doing at the club all night
What she doing? She tryna get her bag all right
Don't treat my nigga, they doing her right
Said she wanna go to Pluto
What she doing, who knows?
Said she wanna go to Pluto
Said she wanna go to Pluto
And I love how she move her waist
Come over, come to my place
Lemme show you, show you how it is
I know they be telling you all kinds of story's
About me, know that's cap
They ain't tryna see me have you
They ain't tryna see me have fancy things
In a coupe with you by me
She fell in love with Prada
She fell in love with designer
She fell in love with fancy things
I buy her cause she my lover
I'm just a man I got too many flaws
I'm just a man I got too many ops
Yeah, mandem way too cool for the beef
F*ck that gimme the cheese
F*ck that I got the steeze
I can take your bitch, add a trip to Ibiza
She know I got too many shows
Too many flows
F*ck, and still she f*cking me
Even though I got too many hoes
So I'm sending your bitch to Pluto
Banging those chicks to Bruno
Then go out to Mars and show her the mass
Then leave it at mess like Cool Joe
Your bitch to Pluto
Bang to Bruno
Your bitch, she love me
And nigga you know
Yeah nigga you know
I'm that nigga like Cool Joe
Supa like a Striker
Fine ass shit might bite her
Entice her
Fine ass shit, I'd wife her
She a waste girl, I can't wife her
Said she wanna go to Pluto
What she doing, who knows?
Said she wanna go to Pluto
What she doing, who knows?