Partynextdoor, Drake, Cash Cobain - SOMEBODY LOVES ME PT. 2

My name's Slizzy, but this bitch forgot Run my city, they won't take my spot Nigga run up, then he gon' get shot I just ran a milli' up on God Beat that pussy, she scream out, "No más" Claim they real but that shit a façade Gave me chills when I found out you lied The nerve of you, I thought you were right, thought you would slide My bitch said she need a Cash App, I'ma send that like, "Hi" I don't even wonder why, know my bitch so fly I know she the prize, lightskin, 5'5" Nice eyes, ass on her thighs That bitch is good, but she is not better than mine My bitch not friendly, don't like none my guys Nigga run up, then he gon' get shot I just ran a milli' up, on God On God, yeah We out in Brooklyn turnin' up another notch I'm Slizzy Drizzy, baby, you know how I rock I'm doin' toasts with mimosas at the spa I'm a stunna, I'm with C, that's on God Your man time's up and he's on the clock I wear my Rollie upside down in the spot That way the sixes is always on top She said her bestie wanna get on and swap I said, "Well, this time, I might have to—" I said, "Well, this time, I might be a thot" I can't tell y'all, "Stop" She just did a bean out in Boston, oh my A Tesla in Texas, self-drive A thizz on a bridge, see the city lights Her name on the guest list, so am I Let's go inside, ayy Okay I'm still in the club lookin' for love, oh no, no, nah Done what it is, not what it was, had to switch it up Super turned up, off two-three, off two-three Better turn up, better turn up, oh-woah, okay, yeah Yeah-yeah (oh) Somebody who loves me in the buildin' Somebody who feel me in the buildin' (oh) We throw 50 thou' to the ceiling, oh yeah I know there's somebody who loves me Somebody who really loves me (who loves me) And that's all I need Yeah