[Intro: Calvin Harris] I might. Empty my bank account. And buy that boy with a pay____. Buy that boy with a ____. I might. I might. Empty my bank account. And buy that boy with a ____. Buy that boy with a ____. I might. [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might.) Put some spotlight on the slide. Whatever comes, comes through clear. Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might.) Put some spotlight on the slide. And whatever comes, comes through clear. (Uh.) [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] All this jewelry ain't no use when it's this dark. It's my favorite part, we see the lights, they got so far. It went too fast we couldn't reach it with our arms. Wrist on a wrist, a link of charms. (Oh, yeah.) Laying, we're still a link apart. It's like we ___ here all young. Like we could dye hair all blonde. If we could see in twenty twen'. Twice we can see it to the end. [Verse 2: Quavo] Put that spotlight on her face. {Spotlight.} Put that spotlight on her face. We gon' pipe up and turn up. We gon' light up and burn up. Momma too hot like a-. (Like what?) Momma too hot like a furnace. I got a hunnid G's on a Goyard. My diamonds still shine when the light's dark. You and I take a ride down the boulevard. And your friends really wanna break us apart. Good Lord. [Verse 3: Offset, 'Takeoff"] (Offset!) Good gracious. Staring at my diamonds while I'm hopping out the spaceship. Need your information, take vacation to Malaysia. You my baby, the paparazzi flashin' crazy. "She swallowed the bottle while I sit back and _____ _______." "Walk in my mansion, twenty thousand painting, Picasso." "_____, you be dippin, dancin' with ______ like a nacho." "____ ___ ___ _______, diamonds dancin' like Rick Riccardo." "She havin' it." "Went to college workin' on her bachelor." "I know you got a past, I got a past, that's in the back of us." "Average." "I'mma make a million on an average." "I'm ridin' with no brain, _____, I'm out of it." [Chorus: Frank Ocean] Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might.) Put some spotlight on the slide. Whatever comes, comes through clear. Do you slide on all your nights like this? Do you try on all your nights like this? (I might.) Put some spotlight on the slide. And whatever comes, comes through clear. Yeah.
