Mr. Treat You Right Lyrics by Lil Mabu
Mabu, what the fuck?
In love with pretty hoes
All of my bitches could be in Vogue
If I like what I see
Hop on that plane and you’ll be headed to me
Oh, let’s not take too long
I’m Mister Treat You Right
Mister Cop That Flight
Straight to my city
You looking bad on IG
Heard you get nasty in them private stories
So don’t act classy around
Mister Treat You Right
Mister Cop That Flight
Straight to my city
Yeah
Before I refilled the bucket, had to fix the leaks
Cut off everyone who tried to leech
Been gone a while, sorry, pardon me
But I swear I been working behind the scenes
Think I’m blood the way I been over seas
Places my opps are not rich enough to be
Mabu, where you been? My fault, I’ve been in Greece
Water too clear, so we can’t fuck on the beach
Cloudy day for my peasants in the streets
Still caught a tan on my balcony
Presidential Rolex got a black face
I call it Barack O.B.
Two more semesters before I’m free to go
I’m living proof you can do both
Mabu, what the fuck?
In love with pretty hoes
All of my bitches could be in Vogue
If I like what I see
Hop on that plane and you’ll be headed to me
Oh, let’s not take too long
I’m Mister Treat You Right
Mister Cop That Flight
Straight to my city
Uh-huh
I look at my wrist and I know it’s gon’ be okay
When I told ’em my dreams, yeah, they called me cray
They thought I was Timothée Chalamet
At a party in the Hamptons with Tate McRae
Before Tom Holland, man, I could’ve had Zendaya
Bet I put on the suit and we look the same
Shit, I could’ve had Kylie too
If Timmy’s her type, then I am too
If I like what I see
Hop on that plane and you’ll be headed to me
Oh, let’s not take too long
I’m Mister Treat You Right
Mister Cop That Flight
Straight to my city
You looking bad on IG
Heard you get nasty in them private stories
So don’t act classy around
Mister Treat You Right
Mister Cop That Flight
Straight to my city
