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[Intro: Gunna]
Mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm

[Verse 1: Rita Ora]
Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
Pick it up, the money always callin' (Always callin')
She gon' touch the ceiling for a sinner (For a sinner)
Dark shades and a blurry morning
Ready or not, meet me in the lobby (In the lobby)
Yeah, from the bay, she gon' ride it like a trolley (Like a trolley)
X Games when we skate off in the 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt)
Big tanks looking like transformers

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]
Midnight, come get right, on this side
Freak, freak, like my name, Giannis

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
You gon' know about it when we come through
Bad bitches comin' in twos
Ain't nobody tellin' what we gon' do
When we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on us poppin' out the sunroof
Red bottoms up on those shoes
Lickin' off shots like (Do do do do do doo)
When we run through, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Rita Ora]
Big enough for me to call you papa (Call you papa)
Poppin' like I'm Orville Redenbacher
Need the head like medulla oblongata
Ha! Gucci like I'm made in Florence
More tequila, I'ma need a driver (Need a driver)
Yeah big talker, get me out this Prada (All his Prada)
Every diamond on me, yeah, I bought it (Yeah, I bought it)
Mm, say it twice so I know you want it

[Pre-Chorus: Rita Ora]
Midnight, come get right, on this side
Freak, freak, like my name, G, honest

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
You gon' know about it when we come through
Bad bitches comin' in twos
Ain't nobody tellin' what we gon' do
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on us poppin' out the sun roof
Red bottoms up on those shoes
Lickin' off shots like (Do do do do do doo)
When we run through, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Gunna]
I'ma walk through, yeah
Crib with a house and a pool, yeah (Pool, yeah)
Let her walk through
Bet it, I don't think that you'd lose
I like how you move
She a ten and her skin so smooth
It's a two-door Benz and it only fit two
See it through the lens, everything brand new

[Chorus: Rita Ora]
O-oh
You gon' know about it when we come through (Come through)
Bad bitches coming in twos (In two)
Ain't nobody tellin' what we gon' do (Yeah, yeah)
The way we run through, yeah, yeah
Diamonds on us poppin' out the sunroof (Out the sunroof)
Red bottoms up on those shoes (Up on those shoes)
Lickin' off shots like (Do do do do do doo)
When we run through, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Rita Ora]
Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
Bl-blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
W-when we run through, yeah, yeah
Blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
Bl-blame it on the city how I'm ballin' (How I'm ballin')
Blame it on the city how I'm ballin', yeah (How I'm ballin')
When we run through, yeah, yeah