French Montana, Jeremih - Goals lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
Jeremih [Jeremy Phillip Felton] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana, Jeremih - Goals lyrics]
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wet on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settling
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just Little Bo Peep
And I'll wait 'til he's done 'til you hit the memory
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me
You already know wе goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wеt on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
Doors open up like wings on an angel (Oh, oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (Oh, oh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (Oh, oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (Oh, oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (Oh, oh)
Type cop double-R, never Ghost it (Ooh)
She looked back, said, "Baby, I'm comin'" (Ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (Oh, oh, oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (Oh, oh, oh)
Had the love when we down, now we up
Make it so hard for me to leave (To leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (Some me)
You trippin' to the tropics, steady on me (Ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (Oh, oh)
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wet on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wet on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
I won't gas you up, baby, my feet's to the floor, pedallin'
I'm on your side and lonely
Lord knows who you better with
I know you tired that nigga you with
I know you tired, baby, of settling
I don't know who got your eye, baby, but I just Little Bo Peep
And I'll wait 'til he's done 'til you hit the memory
I don't know what's on your mind, but I think you need a lil' more me, me
You already know wе goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wеt on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
Doors open up like wings on an angel (Oh, oh)
She bend on me like her hands to her ankles (Oh, oh)
I wouldn't be me if I wasn't me (Oh, oh)
Got on that see-through, nothin' underneath (Oh, oh)
That pussy get wetter by the ocean (Oh, oh)
Type cop double-R, never Ghost it (Ooh)
She looked back, said, "Baby, I'm comin'" (Ooh)
Her buttcheeks right under my stomach
Love when I'm stackin' it up (Oh, oh, oh)
Addin' it up, she say, "That ain't enough"
She bust it for me, keep her in the tuck (Oh, oh, oh)
Had the love when we down, now we up
Make it so hard for me to leave (To leave)
I know your ass need a lil' some me (Some me)
You trippin' to the tropics, steady on me (Ooh)
They know you the one, not the two, three (Oh, oh)
You already know we goals
I'll really go to Maldives to get you wet on the balcony and you on your tippy toes
How 'bout we take shots and after, make you drive the boat? (Boat, boat, woah)
Give you somethin' to tell your bestie, talkin' about she shouldn't have had known (No, no, no)
Wake up, mimosas, sip on that and sip on your (Oh)
