[Verse 1: Quentin Miller]
Perfect timin', perfect timin', perfect timin'
FuelBand on, LED lights just might blind ya
Your bitch pullin' up on me, that's perfect timin'
I ain't finna wine and dinin' her, I ain't bebe winans
You see me shinin', you see How we grindin', grindin'
WDNG even when we f*ck up we get it right back
Hit ya bitch she comin right back, hit ya bitch she comin right back
I know you don't like that, he on't like that
[Verse 2: TheCoolsMac]
I pulled up on baby, she said that my timin' was perfect
I'm makin' her cheat on a nigga, she said it was worth it
Born rich 1317, nigga, perfect, yeah
Perfect timin', get up in that Fendi, girl, perfect linin' with the leather
I'm hot in this bitch like a Cosby sweater in the summer
Yeah, perfect timin', bitch, yeah, gimme yo number, I'mma call you
Perfect timin', yo nigga just left and I'm pullin' up
[Verse 3: Quentin Miller]
Light up inside of my cup
Light up inside of my blunt
Nike my wrist and my shirt
I push my work like a (?)
And suddenly move, I'm goin' in as usual
Money keep comin' and goin' as usual
They startin' to be somethin' I'm used to
I get a kick out of gettin' on places that normally refuse you
To find out niggas as normal as you and me
[Verse 4: TheCoolsMac]
Puttin' on daily cause I'm used to shinin'
You ain't never reaching the top, get used to climbin'
Broke niggas at my door tryna chime in
Hit that p*ssy in LA, perfect climate
Teach her how to get it, I got plenty assignments
Fuel Band,, got perfect timin'
p*ssy boy, we takin' that cash, no signin'
Like I'm on that bitch, I got that Pontiac
Capture the files bring the diamonds in
WDNG, bling like diamonds
CRSHRS got wings, so I guess we flyin' in
I'm good at that, thought, nigga, ain't nobody got us in
Time to perfect, bitch ass nigga and the cops are lurkin'
If you make a dollar, I know someone who's servin'