She’s a killa Catch her if you can, she’s on her way Residin’ up in New York City, Park Avenue, you know she paid (yah, yah) Untouchable, shawty on fire Life is a beach and she dive Straight in the bottle, Ciroc Amaretto You know that she drownin’ alive Sippin’ and chillin’ with women who don’t even know me You’re catchin my vibe Steady just chasin this paper But rather it be you that’s here by my side (ooh)
I’m just hopin’ I can do it right Never know what’s wrong because I do it right Better ask about me girl I do you right, I do you right
This girl is cold, that wrist is froze Probably dripped in gold But this you know She do her thang, ’cause she’s a pro I might as well admit that I’m addicted on the low This girl is suicide You got me, you got me suicide This girl has got me thinkin’ suicide You got me, you got me suicide Girl, you suicide
Shawty so bad, in trouble Now I’m on parole (locked in love, locked in love) And I can’t get mad That she’s famous and she’s on the road (yah, yah) Yeah she bossed up in that ghost When she floss it’s like she don’t go She swipe that black card for her backyard Now her backyard is on vogue Never told a lie, nigga, I don’t joke If I would’ve lied, baby, I’d be broke And you’ll never get another nigga better Cause I’m cold like weather like when it snows (ooh)
I’m just hopin’ I can do it right Never know what’s wrong because I do it right Better ask about me girl I do you right, I do you right (aye)
This girl is cold, that wrist is froze Probably dripped in gold But this you know She do her thang, ’cause she’s a pro I might as well admit that I’m addicted on the low This girl is suicide You got me, you got me suicide This girl has got me thinkin’ suicide You got me, you got me suicide Girl, you suicide