Yeah, and could I have like, a little bit harder tune, actually?
Please?
(CHASE B, Don Toliver & Pusha T presents: Hotel Lobby)

She bad, yeah (ayy)
Cashin' out rubber bands
Why you fuck your best friend? Let me see your casket
High-high, low, shawty, uh, why though?
Bags, why though? Let me see your casket

I don't need permission, I might cook in your kitchen
And leave right at the house and watch you do all the dishes
These hoes, they be flyin' and they watchin' and wishin'
These hoes, they be flyin' and they know when they get spent (yeah)
It's a hotel party, the lobby lit (uhh)
When the one's in the strip and then I can't forget (uhh)
It's a hotel party, the lobby lit (uhh)
I been knowin' you from the jump, but I can't forget

I been sleepin' over, I've been in too deep
I've been in and out it for about a week
Do you think about it every time you sleep?
I want you to do it, but you gotta do for me
I've been poppin' Addys in and out of my sleep
Even for a dime, she been goin' for a week
I know you love it, but you gotta do it for me
I know you love it, but you gotta do it for me (Toliver)

It's lowkey a mansion, no lobby, we in the Bel-Air
You can pick, the Fresh Prince is being hellbent
Hell yeah, the one is fucking away from Bell Fair (the fuck, LOL)
One street shot, lowkey from hell

Yeah, and could I have like, a little bit harder tune, actually?
Please?
(CHASE B, Don Toliver & Pusha T presents: Hotel Lobby)

Yeah, and could I have like, a little bit harder tune, actually?
Please?
(CHASE B, Don Toliver & Pusha T presents: Hotel Lobby)