Lyrics:

Aye girl, it's obvious you fine
I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we could play girl
I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tryna make you mine
I could give you my number
You could give me whatever
We'll have a hell of a time
What up baby girl why don't you come here
I put it on my life I seen you somewhere
Where you stay at I'll come there
Ain't no stalking shit
I just wanna talk and shit
Maybe grab a bite then after walk a bit
I just wanna converse
Come on baby ain't no need to disperse
Shorty got the type of beauty that inspired this verse
So what's up
I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna cut but
It's deeper than that
Getting knee deep in the cat
I'm looking for that ride or die type of woman that's whatever
I could be your king, you could be my Coretta
Ain't no better, get you wetter, fuck 'em all
Think outside the box, baby girl, you know I ball
Yes, you know I want it all, so make that shit a double
This is Young Sinatra and I'm rising from the rubble
People never say what's on they mind, I'm like, 'Fuck a muzzle'
'Cause I got the feeling you're the missing piece to my puzzle
Aye girl
It's obvious you fine, I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we could play girl
I hope you ain't got no man, if you do I'll understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tryna make you mine
I could give you my number
You could give me whatever
We'll have a hell of a time
Whatever she wants
I let her pick it like a fence from the suburb
Everything coach but a plane ticket
You heard
We're real all the time
That's my word
Catch me in the cut
Tryna book her like a nerd
She a redbone
Bobbysoxxer
I had to stop her
Shorty a dime
So you know I'm tryna cop her
Pop a bottle at our table periodically
Now check the science of that last line
Do it logically
No stopping me, I
Bet she woulda never guessed I never graduated
Cause the way I put my words together she infatuated
Mama I don't want no drama and I'm serious
Pause like a comma 'fore I end it like a period
Now girl don't treat me like your X man
I'm a beast on the track but if I am your next man
I'ma treat you tender, take it slow
Like when video render
I remember when I seen you for the first time
It was special, like when I wrote my first rhyme
So if all I do is grind and never sleep
Then how in the hell is me and the girl of my dreams supposed to meet
Aye girl, it's obvious you fine
I just wanna know what's deep inside your mind
Maybe we could play girl
I hope you ain't got no man
If you do I understand
But I'm tryna make plans
That body one of a kind, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to make you mine
Aye girl, I could give you my number
You could give me whatever, we'll have a hell of a time
(I happen to think there's an explanation
Beyond reason, beyond logic
That brought you right to this very spot)