| I'm just trying to find you | |
| But I can't lie | |
| I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 | |
| Love them girls from that 305, 305 | |
| I'm just trying to find you | |
| I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North | |
| I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West | |
| I done seen some bad ones that came from the East | |
| But I can't lie | |
| I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 | |
| Love them girls from that 305, 305 | |
| Cute, fine, and clean (Woo!), that'll get ya raw | |
| Pound ya from the back, that'll get ya off | |
| You gotta snapper, Baby, you good, don't care about your flaws | |
| If I ask you to turn up in the car, please don't tell me naw | |
| Ain't no peons on this end, I love your expensive taste | |
| Love how you rock that little black dress with nothing else underneath | |
| If I had to explain you in one word, it would be everything | |
| They ever ask me about your goods, I'll tell them off the chain | |
| You ain't a dime or a quarter, you badder than that | |
| You ain't a flag or a faker, you realer than that | |
| Love to see them sun rays hittin' you off the beach | |
| That pretty skin and your hair (Woo!) | |
| It do something to me | |
| I still don't mind, nibblin' on me a Georgia Peach | |
| Or running down an [?] at the DMV | |
| Went to the West Coast and damn it then he come back | |
| NYC they got them dimes, about to bottom that | |
| Infatuated with your style, love your dress game | |
| How you talk and how you grind, that *******t everything | |
| One to one [?] talking funny, I take one of those | |
| I like mine a little ratchet, keep that on the low | |
| If I left it in Blue York, would you tell on me? | |
| You got that water | |
| Get up out ya, can't even smell it on me | |
| Shoe game, bag game, your *******t on fleek | |
| Any club any night, that *******t on me | |
| Too many *****es, 305, 9 5 4 7 8 sixes | |
| Sex on the beach, sand on our feet | |
| She speak spanish, all I understand is papi | |
| I got an Aventura ***** with an attitude | |
| I got her Opa-locka a *****, you know she a groom | |
| I got a south beach ***** with a sun tan | |
| She say no matter what she still a LeBron fan | |
| The balcony Versace mansion, watch the traffic move | |
| I'm watchin' *****es dance with nothin' on but dancin' shoes | |
| I got a California girl, they call me all the time | |
| I said I'm in the 305, she said boy bye | |
| Tunechi! |