[Lyric] Fallin (Pac Div)

[Hook]

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

[Verse 1: Like]

I, I think I love her, she make my Mother proud
Cloud 9 and I ain't coming down
Real booty like this don't come around
Look into your eyes, through your Dior frames
Lets flow high like when you board planes
My boys look at me all strange
They like "What this nigga Like on?!"
Up late night staring at your icon
Photo on your blog site pondering the thought like
I'm the one your type baby, I can be your icon, shit
Baby I can be your side kick
You can be my main thing, I think you're the right fit
[Hook]

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

[Verse 2: Mibbs]

I'm about to call her up
Cause she's so gorgeous, that ass is so enormous
I promise I won't fall in love, with this pussy
Wine and a little bit of time is all it took me
Now I'm knee deep in it, so much I can sleep in it
So good, I think I might skeet skeet in it
Oh, shit there goes my conscience
I get this picture in my head of me falling
She got me calling, fuck it I did
Babe, you left your lip-gloss back at my crib
I'm at the studio now be back at 10
She right on time, we back at it again, like...
[Hook]

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

I'll love to take you down on your lunch break
Hit the Fallopian, your ex is a crumbcake
Hes Nickelodeon you know I'm on my main shit
Up at the podium you always give the brain right
Call you Smithsonian, we're homies and we're intimate
How she get me in the mix track star backyard, cake like intimate
Smoking like an Indian, you're raised off Phillipians
You know it's real when she makes sure the rent is in
Yeah, at first I'd rather be your nigga
Time goes fast and our vibes move quicker
Couldn't wait a while, kinda crazy
How I grew with ya?
With the world finna do with us
I think I'm...
[Hook]

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')

Aw shit, I got her number now
I called it, I think I love her now
I'm fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')
Fallin' (fallin')