Double D Big full breasts on my baby (Yo, we going to Florida) Triple weight Couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl And I just wanna know Why you ain't been going to work Boss ain't working you like this He can't take care of you like this Now you're lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India Lost on a train, lost Got on my buttercream Silk shirt and it's Versace (One of God's own prototypes) Hand me my triple weight So I can weigh the work I got on your girl (Too weird to live, too rare to die) No, I don't really wish I don't wish the titties would show Nor have I ever, have I ever let you get caught? (No) Lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India Lost on a train, lost She's at a stove (who?) Can't believe I got her out here cooking dope (cooking dope) I promise she'll be Whipping meals up for a family of her own Some day Nothing wrong (nothing wrong) No, nothing wrong (ain't nothing wrong) With a lie (ooh, ooh) Nothing wrong with another short plane ride (ain't nothing wrong) Through the sky (up in the sky) You and I (just you and I) Uh, lost Lost in the heat of it all Girl, you know you're lost Lost in the thrill of it all Miami, Amsterdam Tokyo, Spain, lost Los Angeles, India Lost on a train, lost Luh-uh, lost, lost Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah Luh-uh, lost, lost Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah Luh-uh, lost Low-ooh-ah, low-ooh-ah Luh-uh, lost (Faith is the substance) (Monte Liba) (In the other channel on the)