Soulmate (feat. John Record)

Taylor gang or die

Cloud crowd

Heavy hustlin

Yeah

Big money small money

Short money tall money

Soon after we locked eyes

I had a vision of me inside

I stimulate your mind and give your body everything it wants

Private school her whole life

Got an infatuation with being bad

You take her out to shop and spend it all

Cause she don't see them tags

I get deep inside her soul though

If she was a guitar I'd treat her like the solo

And pull my fingers through your hair

And last night was amazing

I could honestly say that you're the best I ever had

And you don't remember cause you weren't even there

But your soul was

Keep goin just catch up on the next one

Ay

Ay ay

Ay

We don't make love I touch your soul girl

She don't party where the rest go

You need to be able to let your hair down

So you can feel good

Girl you can buy your own drinks drive your own car

Purchase them louis bags on your own

Her parents money long

But since she grown she'd rather spend yours

I get deep inside her soul though

Go into the drag and beat it like im bolo

And so you think it's too much

And even though now you figurin out how or what we shouldn't have did

To your friends you'll admit that we have fun

Okay okay

Ay ay

Ay ay

Let's ride to the gate so you can meet the mayor

I'm a beat top man

I'm gonna take you to never never land

When you're all dried up

Heres an ocean to wet the sand

Of course I'm gonna see what's good with your fancy car

I'm relighting in the dark to her lock I got the key

And niggas down to get a copy

Damn

How does it feel this great when you're not even here

And you climax with the thought of me

That mean we gotta be