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[Verse 1] You pull up late in that all-black ride Leather still warm from the long last drive Bag in the back, little gold on ice You say, "Where we goin'?" I say, "Name your price" Rolex face on your dash, just glow Playlist low, but your neck just shows Hand on my leg at the last red light You say you hate rush, but you live that life [Chorus] Backseat penthouse, curtains of tint We don’t need an address, we already in it Top shelf touch in the palm of your hand You say I feel better than a hundred on your wristband Backseat penthouse, world goin’ mute All these little secrets wrapped up in your suit You say you love the way I lay on your plans Like I’m custom-made, custom-made to fit your hands [Verse 2] Room key slide, you don't check that rate View so high, city look handmade Shoes on the floor, silk on the chair You pour two drinks, but you stay in my hair You talk deals while you trace my waist Say you hate small talk, love my taste I don’t need much, just a slow unwind You give rich energy, I give rich state of mind [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Lights dim, you breathe in slow "All this, all that, still you feel like home" Your phone buzz once, but you let that go You say, "This right here, this what I hustle for" [crescendo] [Chorus]
