Where's Ramona?

You someone you not, baby you someone you not
Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
Oh, I’m gon' take you back home
I’ma put you in a coupe 'cause you look better with your top off
That ain’t Louis V, boy I can tell that shits a knock off
Don’t be talkin' shit, 'cause you know better than to do that
Finesse your fuckin' heart, then we skirt off in my new Jag'
You someone you not, baby you someone you not
Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
Oh, I’m gon' take you back home
Baby you put up with me for the D, I can already see that we doin' it right
See you in my bed in the morning though you only wanted a night
Tonight is the night that it happens again
Baby girl bringing her friend and we 'bout to Minaj
You’re all that I got, you’re all that I want
You be Ramona, and I’ll be your Scott, yeah
You someone you not, baby you someone you not
Please don’t try to front, baby please don’t try to front
I don’t want no blunt, baby you know I don’t smoke
Oh, I’m gon' take you back home