Find You (feat. Lil Wayne & K CAMP)

Ay, you know I don' been a lot of places, seen a lot of things

But for real, for real, I'm just tryna find her though

Ay Camp, Where she at, where she at?

I'm just tryna find you, but I can't lie

Love them girls from the 305, 305, 305, 305

Love them girls from the 305, 305

I'm just tryna find you

I don' seen some pretty ones that came from the North

I don' seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West

I don' seen some bad one's that came from the East

But I can't lie (What's that?)

I love them girls from the 305, 305, 305, 305

Love them girls from the 305, 305, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cute, fine and clean (Whoop) that'll get you raw

Pound you from the back (Whoop) that'll get you off

You got a snapper, baby, you good, don't care nothing 'bout your flaws

If I ask you, turn up in the car, please don't tell me, no

Ain't no peons on this end, I love your expensive taste

Love how you rock that little black dress with nothing else underneath

If I had to explain you in one word, it would be everything

They ever ask me 'bout your good, I tell them off the chain

You ain't a dime or a quarter, you badder than that

You ain't a flag or a faker, you realer than that

Love to see them sun rays hitting you all to pieces

That pretty skin and hair (Whoop) it does something do me

I'm just tryna find you, but I can't lie

Love them girls from the 305, 305, 305, 305

Love them girls from the 305, 305

I'm just tryna find you

I don' seen some pretty ones that came from the North

I don' seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West

I don' seen some bad one's that came from the East

But I can't lie (What's that?)

I love them girls from the 305, 305, 305, 305

Love them girls from the 305, 305, yeah, yeah, yeah

I still don't mind nibbling on me a Georgia peach

Or running down on that baby at the DMV

Went to the West coast and damn near didn't even come back

NYC, they got them dimes, 'bout to bottom that

Infatuated with your style, love your dress game

How you talk and how you grind, that shit everything

One to one, that talk real funny, I take one of those

I like mine a lil ratchet, keep that on the low

If I left it in Blue York, would you tell on me?

You got that water, get up out here, can't even smell it on me?

Shoe game, bag game, your shit on fleek

Any club, any night, that shit on me

I don' seen some pretty ones that came from the North

I don' seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West

I don' seen some bad one's that came from the East

But I can't lie (What's that?)

Love them girls from the 305, 305, 305, 305

Love them girls from the 305, 305, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh-oh-oh

Too many bitches, 305, 9, 5, 4, 7, 8, sixes

Sex on the beach, sand on our feet

She speak Spanish, all I understand is papi

I got an Aventura bitch with an attitude

I got her open like a bitch, you know she a goon

I got a South Beach bitch with a suntan

She say no matter what, she still a LeBron fan

The balcony, Versace mansion, watching traffic move

I'm watching bitches dance with nothing on but dancing shoes

I got a California girl that call me all the time

I said, I'm in the 305, she said, boy, bye