conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I Think She Like Me with the following description: Second single from Rozay’s ninth album Rather You Than Me.
  It samples The Stylistics’ “People Make the World Go Round” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  This the flyest shit ever
  This that 
  Rich Forever
   part two
  Uh, uh
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Layin' in my bed, I'm under these gold chandeliers
  Can't say too many names in here these kinda years
  Nice sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
  Ice Cube lookin' nigga, you know life a bitch
  I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
  I said I was The Boss, nobody made a sound
  Really had to see them things, this level story tellin'
  Who else could flip a chorus into forty million?
  Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
  While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
  Eight felonies, tellin' me wanna give me life
  Every nut I bust, really I gotta do it twice
  Ricky Ronaldo, really when I'm in Portugal
  I pull a yacht out, this weekend, I'm fuckin' so-and-so
  Cameras flash, paparazzi layin' in the grass
  Tom Brady my new neighbor, you can tell 'em that
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  (Ooh) Uh, I think she like me
  Oh, I think she like me
  I know her nigga don't like me
  With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be (Ooh)
  Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh)
  Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another man like me [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I'm sexin' women out on Fisher Isle
  I gas her up and let her lick me down
  I may name my daughter Hermes
  Get Margiela to decorate the new birds nest
  Twenty million up at Merrill Lynch
  I met his chick, he haven't seen her since
  Through the city, I'm still floatin' like a magic carpet
  She stop me for a selfie, I just want the knowledge
  Expressin' what you think'll send your kids to college
  Or be a 
  Geechi
   nigga just to keep the Bentley polished
  Do it for the dear departed, fuck a Ben Carson
  Empowering the youth made a nigga a target
  Only one that's smokin' up in Goldman Sachs
  But I'm the only one that's rollin' like a quarterback
  And I never put it in my government
  'Cause I never put on for the government
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  (Ooh) Uh, I think she like me
  Oh, I think she like me
  I know her nigga don't like me
  With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be (Ooh)
  Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh)
  Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another man like me [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  You caught the case, you gotta post the bond
  I'm Rayful Edmonds mixed with young Wale Folarin (
  M-M-M
  )
  Starin' in my safe, I'm rather safe than sorry
  Diddy, Jigga only two niggas comin' for me (
  M-M-Maybach Music
  )
  I park the Caddy in my livin' room
  Pussy niggas lookin' for me, I'ma give it to 'em
  Santorini, Greece, sex in the swimmin' pool
  If her pussy dry, call her Beetlejuice
  I'm baby-makin' in them Maldives
  Put up all the yachts, pulled out the jetskis
  Khaled hit me on the FaceTime
   
  (It's Billi!)
  I'm the flyest nigga on his bassline
  She see the sneakers and she see the stones
  Fat boy run the city, seated in the throne
  I'm cashin' in like the Kardashians
  My paralyzed homie snuck the ratchet in
  [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
  (Ooh) Uh, I think she like me
  Oh, I think she like me
  I know her nigga don't like me
  With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be (Ooh)
  Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh)
  Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh)
  Girl, you'll never meet another man like me [Outro]
  Maybach Music