Bentley Coupe - Fantasies

Fantasies

S’in k let’s get it right

Step outside let’s get it poppin (Stepping out)

In a Bentley Coupe ohh baby hop in (Yeah)

Hop hop hop in, we gotta bounce bitch let’s go shopping (Poppin tags)

Aya ah

Look at my drip flyer ah

Louis Prada ah

Take a hit I get you higher ah

You wanna bad bitch, I’m a prima donna (That bitch)

Meet the new prince of reggaeton (Damn right)

I’m gonna show you how it’s done now

Hold on don’t (Don't go)

Watch me drop it down to the floor (Real low)

Your girl doesn’t have to know (Lips closed)

I’m you fantasy baby that’s for sure

Gotta new trick he’s from Atlanta

He tryna wife me I say hell nah (Boy bye)

Flexing on the gram they cannot stand us (Haha)

These bitches looking for some answers (Can't find)

Ayaya ah

They tryna see me but I’m alright

Dope dealer money got me all hype

You wanna taste gotta spend it on me

You wanna bad bitch, I’m a prima donna (That bitch)

Meet the new prince of reggaeton (Damn right)

I’m gonna show you how it’s done now

Hold on don’t don’t go

Watch me drop it down to the floor (Real low)

Your girl doesn’t have to know (Lips closed)

I’m your fantasy baby that’s for sure

You wanna bad bitch, I’m a prima donna (That bitch)

Meet the new prince of reggaeton (Damn right)

I’m gonna show you how it’s done now

Hold on don’t don’t go

Watch me drop it down to the floor (Real low)

Bum bitches gotta go (Adios)

I’m your fantasy baby know you know

In a Bentley Coupe let’s get it poppin Eow