"Perfect Sex" lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
Gotta catch a wave now
Get round from me
Yeah
Different over on this side yeah
Aye (let's get it)

[Verse]
Pull the curtains back let the show begin
She send me everything she post on her close friends
I hit them hoes with the Kwame Brown
No makeup, you still a ten in the morning
Might just roll the dice, make you shake something (shake)
Got it out the mud, never take nothing (aye)
This the wave, get your way
By the beach, out the country, that's a getaway (uh)
All on IG with your friends, and they bad too
Louis V, Prada, or Chanel, I just bagged you
Niggas stay speaking on your name and never had you (whoa)
Let me stretch you out, hit the flex (flex)
Had to take my talents to the west (to the west)
Now every time we show up, get a check

[Hook]
Number one girl, you the best yeah yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex yeah yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets yeah yeah
Number one girl, you the best yeah yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex yeah yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets yeah yeah

[Verse]
Uh told you how I'm feeling, girl stay out your feelings
Yellow tape round the money, I just made a killing
You the icing on the cake, let them bitches hate
Fucked up once but not again, I learned from my mistakes (uh)
Green light now I got you on go
Don't let your friends trick you out your spot, don't leave them hoes (uh)
I treat you special 'cause your certified
Told me you like fast cars but want me slow inside
I just blocked them bitches, no more calling me
Tried to give you half, but you want all of me
It's the simple things, it's the simple things
Married to the money, what's a wedding ring
I ain't got no time for the fake shit
Made it to the top from the basement
Body real, ain't put together, don't need makeshift
And nothing you put on is ever basic

[Hook]
Number one girl, you the best yeah yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex yeah yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets yeah yeah
Number one girl, you the best yeah yeah
Perfect sex, you got real sex yeah yeah
Perfect sex, no Percocets yeah yeah