RJmrLA - Special Delivery (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) lyrics

Ooh ooh, ooh, oh
(Psh, ayy, psh, ayy)

This a special delivery (yeah)
Sent a gift from the mail so she remember me
Psh
Got her mixin' Chanel shit with the Tiffany
Psh tellin' me, "Go to hell" but I'm the bigger me
Mm, feel like this is our moment
No fallin' off, we gon' keep this shit goin'
And look at you, girl, yo' wrist is retarded
No more domestic, our business is foreign

Yeah (No, no, no) , our business is foreign
Sleep then wake up
Feelin' dead in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Uh, she told me, "Niggas ain't shit"
Gotta spit on it when a nigga can't fit

Good, nah, nah, nah
You got some good-ass pussy
Baby, put it on me, don't givе it to nobody
Hold me down when I'm OT
See me with my othеr bitch
She act like she don't know me (yeah)
Send me all the pussy pics
They in my other phone, yeah
That's the one I don't keep on me
I can't let my baby catch me cheatin' again
(Ooh, yeah)
Can't stand to see her leavin' again
They be out here with the demons again
(Ooh, yeah) players move in silence
You told me to stop sendin' flowers
You like diamonds

This a special delivery
Sent a gift from the mail so she remember me
(She remember me) , psh
Got her mixin' Chanel shit with the Tiffany
Psh tellin' me, "Go to hell
" but I'm the bigger me (Oh, no, no, no)
Mm, feel like this is our moment
No fallin' off, we gon' keep this shit goin'
(yeah, yeah)
And look at you, girl, yo' wrist is retarded
No more domestic, our business is foreign
(Uh)

Yeah, our business is foreign
Sleep then wake up
Feelin' dead in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Uh, she told me, "Niggas ain't shit"
Gotta spit on it when a nigga can't fit
(I got you)

Mm, I spend on her, then my shit good
I get on it
I beat on her just like a king would
She don't know the weight on
Her just to live good
Mm, put her in a penthouse up in Brentwood
We don't do the comments, never say, "Cheese"
All we do is commas on the bank sheet
From my mama
Mama taught me how to treat a lady's needs
All my daughters knew they
VVs before they ABCs
Hit you right before my call time
Hit you up to reckon, not just online
(Online)
You ain't gotta stand up in the mall line
(Mall line)
Pull up on you right up at your door
Amazon Prime (yeah, yeah)

This a special delivery
Sent a gift from the mail so she remember me
(Remember me) , psh
Got her mixin' Chanel shit with the Tiffany
Psh tellin' me, "Go to hell
" but I'm the bigger me (Oh, oh)
Mm, feel like this is our moment
No fallin' off, we gon' keep this shit goin'
(Keep it)
And look at you, girl, yo' wrist is retarded
(Oh)
No more domestic, our business is foreign

Yeah, our business is foreign
Sleep then wake up
Feelin' dead in the mornin' (In the mornin')
Uh, she told me, "Niggas ain't shit"
Gotta spit on it when a nigga can't fit
(Ooh uh)

Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, uh
Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah (yeah)