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Is it too much to ask? Is it too much to ask for you to slide? (Oh) You read me front to back like all of my thoughts are glass, uh (It's starting to feel like) You just wanna show it off You just wanna spend it all Fuck it, let's spend it all Fuck it, fuckin' in Saint Laurent Yeah, too much room in this bedroom (Bedroom) Not enough you in this bedroom (Oh, nah, nah, nah) Not enough bands I could run through, yeah Not enough things I could help you with (Yeah) I've been stackin' bread for you (Bread for you) Next time, I'll be way more prepared for you (Prepared for you, yeah) Next time, I'ma have this shit together for you (Together for you) Next time, you ain't gotta have to sеttle for me (Settlе for me) Thought I wouldn't get it right, that was good for me I don't know how you read my mind, Bluetooth on me (Whoa, yeah, yeah) I ain't ever did you right, you were too good for me, uh Then the money got right, you wanna pull up on me, huh? (Huh) Yeah, shit is better late than never (Never) I've been living real life and using no manners (Manners) My chest been feelin' real tight ever since I met her (Met her) When I'm with you, shit don't get no better, bae Racks in my hand, flyin' from the propellers Letras de cancionesAll the gang chain-smokin', we look like the Goodfellas (Yeah) She like postin' every picture just to make her friends jealous I might spend a lil' bag just to make her look better, yeah You just wanna show it off You just wanna spend it all Fuck it, let's spend it all (Spend it all) Fuck it, fuckin' in Saint Laurent Yeah, too much room in this bedroom (Bedroom) Not enough you in this bedroom (Oh, nah, nah, nah, yeah) Not enough bands I could run through, yeah (Oh yeah) Not enough things I could help you with From Letras Mania