Mani Da Brat - Computaluv. Lyrics

Can't fall in love with no nigga off of Tinder
Catchin' feelings every day til he try to get up in me
F*ck that! Nigga miss me with the f*ck shit
You steady banging my line even though we ain't f*ckin
You trippin' nigga, we both know I ain't yo' girl
You steady talkin' all that shit about how you gon' make my toes curl
You playin', who you got gassin' yo head
You got 6-7-8 bitches all in yo' bed
Grimy ass niggas, yeah, y'all be on some dumb shit
Came out the 3-2-3 and I'm runnin' shit
I'm runnin' game
Playin' niggas, playin' bitches
My exes did me dirty, now I'ma be vicious
I'ma dog niggas out, just call me Cujo
Why you on my line tryna FaceTime
Move hoe, you tripping
I don't need love or a nigga
I'm tryna secure my bag
I need ten figures, bitch

Why you trippin' off that nigga
He ain't even text you back
Why you stressin' off a nigga
Bitch go and get a bag
Why you trippin' off that nigga
He ain't even text you back
Why you stressin' off a nigga

Only f*ck wit niggas if they done got they bands up
I can't fall in love
That shit ain't in my plans bruh
I'm chasin' bags
No, I ain't chasin' niggas
I'm busy making money
Tryna hit ten figures
I'm doin' shows up in Portland
I'm tourin' in f*ckin' Oregon
I got a couple dudes
Man, I got a whole assortment
I ain't stressin' dudes
And I ain't chasing dick
That nigga's on my tits
Tell 'em he my son biiiitch

Why you tryna press me
Bitch you buggin' off a nigga
I ain't f*ckin' wit these bitches
I hate f*ckin' wit you niggas
I be in my own lane
I be on my own shit
I don't throw subs
I ain't say shit
I ain't worried bout that bitch
Or her bum ass nigga
He a false claimer
I'ma have my goons come and get 'em
He a pussy ass nigga
She a weak ass bitch
I don't give a f*ck
I been on straight bullshit

Why you trippin' off that nigga
He ain't even text you back
Why you stressin' off a nigga
Bitch go and get a bag
Why you trippin' off that nigga
He ain't even text you back
Why you stressin' off a nigga
Bitch