The Maybach music.Yeah, look, another day, another dollar.She hate me when I leave, cause when I leave, I never call her.That's like, I could call you right quick.But if I call you, gon' be like, boo, why we haven't Skyped yet?And I Skype that you say, lay where my flight at?If I decline, then you inquire on where I spend my nights at.This life gets overwhelming and more than hectic.But a woman worth some anger is certainly worth some effort.But just look closer, my life is quite deceptive.Women will sell they soul just to buy some attention.I need something off that passive aggression.And when I'm back from off that road, don't ask me no questions.Please.Fear what you don't know.I apologize, I don't recollect your name.Oh baby, I don't know your name.Let me tell you that them heels really compliment your frame.Look at your body, baby.Ooh, and I gotta catch my plane.You say you miss me and you wish it was some private time.Girl, how can we get that way?Girl, how can we get that way?Don't remember how I met her, but I know I won't forget her.And if loving her is wrong, then I just know I won't see heaven.She say she from Seattle, she 20 and some change.And before I get to TIA, I'm sure to make her rain.Then I back up on my plane.Shotay on no hit.We spent some time and get some wine, have some miles from Harold's.I told her this is overrated.But I love your city, baby.Gotta get back to the deep.You know we finally famous.Driver, drop me off at Dulles.I'm headed to some money.TSA be laughing.All them rubbers in your luggage.I know I'ma always leave her.But I swear I always love them.Tell her you'll probably find someone, but you'll never find enough of her.Far away.I apologize.I don't recollect your name.Oh, baby, I don't know your name.Let me tell you that them heels really compliment your frame.Look at your body, baby.Girl, you hit them ooh-ah.Then I gotta catch my plane.They say you miss me and you're wishing for some private time.Girl, how could we get that way?Girl, how could we get that way?Got on my suede shoes.I'm in the hood.I'm in a great mood.That baggage claimer waiting.Missed thing out of St. Louis.Know she shining bright.Got on my Cartier.She my Billie Jean.We menage with .See, we city hot.Vegas to LA.Brings a lot of joy.Bugatti, boy, that's lane to lane.Our faucets used to drip.I used to ride the bench.But it was written in cursive for this king to exist.Packed her bags.Now she live amongst entrepreneurs.Mark Jacob, the makeup.She Givenchy consumer.Gianni Versace connoisseur.A carnivore.Accountable for a half a million.Uncounted for.Uncounted for.Ha!The Maybach music.I don't apologize.I don't recollect your name.Oh, baby, I don't know your name.Let me tell you that them heels really complement your frame.Look at your body, baby.Ooh-ah.Then I gotta catch my plane.They say you miss me and you wish I had some private time.Girl, how could we get that way?Girl, how could we get that way?The Maybach music.I just learned the 3-angles technique, me.