Perfect timin', perfect timin', perfect timin'
FuelBand on, LED lights just might blind ya
Your bitch pullin' up on me, that's perfect timin'
I ain't finna wine and dinin' her, I ain't bebe winans
You see me shinin', you see How we grindin', grindin'
WDNG even when we fuck up we get it right back
Hit ya bitch she comin right back, hit ya bitch she comin right back
I know you don't like that, he on't like that
I pulled up on baby, she said that my timin' was perfect
I'm makin' her cheat on a nigga, she said it was worth it
Born rich 1317, nigga, perfect, yeah
Perfect timin', get up in that Fendi, girl, perfect linin' with the leather
I'm hot in this bitch like a Cosby sweater in the summer
Yeah, perfect timin', bitch, yeah, gimme yo number, I'mma call you
Perfect timin', yo nigga just left and I'm pullin' up
Light up inside of my cup
Light up inside of my blunt
Nike my wrist and my shirt
I push my work like a (?)
And suddenly move, I'm goin' in as usual
Money keep comin' and goin' as usual
They startin' to be somethin' I'm used to
I get a kick out of gettin' on places that normally refuse you
To find out niggas as normal as you and me
Perfect timin'