Sexyy Red - FaceTime Lyrics

Hold on, this bitch got me f*cked up
Hello? Who the f*ck is this?

I'm that bitch
I know why you callin', 'cause that nigga ain't pay his rent
Hell nah, I ain't givin' it back, bitch, that check already spent
(Hold on, I'm finna call this motherf*cker) (please leave a message after the tone)
He ain't pickin' up his FaceTime (so?)
He can't use his face, I'm on his face now (ho)
I don't want your bae, I just took him for his racks
And once we leave this mall, he gon' call your ass back
Hold up

This your BM, pick up that damn phone
You with that ho, I'm beatin' yo' ass soon as you get home
I got your kids, boy, you know your ass wrong
F*ck a relationship, that shit don't last long
'Cause these thirsty ass niggas ain't about shit
Got a whole wife, but out here poppin raw dick (it's sick)
You can have him back, he don't match my savage
But he can pay my rent, and have me livin' lavish
Take me on a trip (yeah), cash out on a bitch (yeah)
Eat my coochie out (yeah), let me spin the Benz (yeah)
Buy me what I want, and I ain't get the dick
"But that's my baby daddy," bitch, I don't give a shit

I'm that bitch
I know why you callin', 'cause that nigga ain't pay his rent
Hell nah, I ain't givin' it back, bitch, that check already spent
(Hold on, I'm finna call this motherf*cker) (please leave a message after the tone)
He ain't pickin' up his FaceTime (so?)
He can't use his face, I'm on his face now (ho)
I don't want your bae, I just took him for his racks
And once we leave this mall, he gon' call your ass back
Hold up

Let me teach you hoes some game right quick
We don't love these niggas, we ain't suckin' dick
They all some f*ckin' cheaters, and I can't be your bitch
I just want the paper and then I gotta dip
I don't want the young cats, I want the OGs (Sexyy)
Don't be mad at me, be mad at your BD (Sexyy)
You in love, but to me, he just an eat-eat (Sexyy)
Give me the cash, nigga, I don't need a f*ckin' ring
Best coochie licker (thot), big money spender (wap)
Buy a bitch a dinner, head bread winner (yeah)
Your nigga really a trick, that's why I'm f*ckin' with him (facts)
We gotta share the man, it's just that plane and simple (and that's that)

I'm that bitch
I know why you callin', 'cause that nigga ain't pay his rent
Hell nah, I ain't givin' it back, bitch, that check already spent
(Hold on, I'm finna call this motherf*cker) (please leave a message after the tone)
He ain't pickin' up his FaceTime (so?)
He can't use his face, I'm on his face now (ho)
I don't want your bae, I just took him for his racks
And once we leave this mall, he gon' call your ass back
Hold up