[singing] How am I supposed to let you go? How am I supposed to let you walk away? How am I supposed to let you go? You're all I ever wanted in my life. All I ever wanted in my... You're all I ever wanted in my... All I ever wanted in my life, life, life. [singing] You all that I ever wanted in my. You all that I ever wanted in my. You want it all. You all that I ever wanted in my, ah. And I like west side, west side. Sippin' on Fanta. Black like Wakanda. Let me remind ya. Rocking Designer, racks in my binder. She my type of liner, you will never find her. I would do the same if I ain't have cash and I ain't have time for her. Who said we had to be second-hand lovers? You know we play the game, we need each other. Need each other. Angel dust. Angel dust. Shawty what's got me trippin' like angel dust. Like angel dust. Everywhere she goes, you always see me, I'm flockin', I'm flockin'. Shawty, you stuck with me like I'm stuck in your teeth, no floss. My phone gone ring, ring, I pull up in a Jeepy. Ride me first, easy, all because she pretty. Her friends talking down on me. She petty, she don't listen, she double down off the Hennessy. She slutty me, she slutty me. Snatch the devil and told him that my girl hotter. If I'm way too throwed, no, no. With the way you wind your, your-- Who taught ya? Who taught ya? Got my hands all on your body. Please don't break my heart. You all that I ever wanted in my. You want it all. You all that I ever wanted in my. You want it all. You all that I ever wanted in my, ah, ah. And I like west side, west side. Sippin' on Fanta. Black like Wakanda. Let me remind ya. Rockin' Designer, racks in my binder. She my type of liner, you will never find her. I would do the same if I ain't have cash and I ain't have time for her. Who said we gotta be second-hand lovers? Second-hand. You know we stay together, we need each other. We need each other. This a Lamborghini. Baby, are you with me? She do Bobby Whitney. That booty always tempting. Why are you here tippin'? I sing a whole symphony. I took her to the Gucci store and walked out with some Tiffany. Now we out here singing all these love songs, all these love songs. Girl, you give me love drums. Sweatin' in your undertone, yeah. You know I be in, in all the mention. I need you to get dirty, do that. Let's go, let's go outside, outside. This here be my time. She here like a high tide. Let's go, let's go outside, outside. On top, but outside, my birthday is outside. You all that I ever wanted in my... You all that I ever wanted in my. You want it all. You all that I ever wanted in my, ah, ah. And I like west side, west side. Sippin' on Fanta. Black like Wakanda. Let me remind ya. Rocking Designer, racks in my binder. She my type of liner, you will never find her. How am I supposed to let you go? How am I supposed to let you walk away? How am I supposed to let you go? You're all I ever wanted in my-