[ Featuring G Herbo ]
Where the f*ck you been at?
You ain't came to the crib in a minute
Sittin' on the block while I'm lookin' at the clock
You ain't thought about me
You done got so tied up with this street shit
You can't even make time for a real bitch
The one that hold your weight when you're workin' outta state
How you gonna play me?
Look
And I ain't even been up on the block
I'm tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my knots
And all the loud talkin' need to stop
You know you gonna be with me at the top
When them other bitches not
I gotta get this cake so I moved state to state
I ain't called, baby, ain't wanna rub it in your face
Tell five minute background stay up in his place
Just wait 'til I slide, he can say it to my face
Ain't nobody in the background
Why you gotta be so petty
Heard you f*ckin' on a bitch named Shelly
Heard you was all in her spot, givin' her what I got
Man, I don't even think that you hear me
When you was in the jail, I was writin' them letters
Couldn't make bail, I was stackin that cheddar
But you don't even care, all you wanna do is play
All you really care about is what the guys gonna say
Why you gotta give 'em somethin' to talk about
Everybody got opinions but it don't mean shit to me
I set my own lane, can't no nigga get to me
If I f*ck myself up, it just wasn't meant to be
And yeah yeah, you'll hold a nigga down
But really that's the reason why I need you around
We gonna argue and fight when a nigga leave town
But every time I come home you know I'ma lay it down
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Girl, I don't know what you talkin' about
Calm down, why you talkin' loud
I put it all on the line when you're not around
And you complainin' about hoes in another town
But you forgot all the Gucci, the Prada, Chanel
The days Dolce and Gabbana, ridin' around foreign cars, Benihanas
Them hoes in the street still can't get a dollar
What's the problem
Man, f*ck that Gucci, just look how you do me
You think that designer make up for this shit
I buy my own Prada, man, that's not the problem
The problem is you too caught up with that bitch
I need you to come home and give me that D
I need you to not leave the crib when I'm asleep
I need you to act like a man and stay true to the plan
If you ready, I'm ready, come on
Look, all this yellin' and sayin' who wrong
Gone keep goin' on and on
So turn off your phone and repeat your favorite song
Just lay back and play along 'cause I'm tired of talkin'
You the only damn thing besides my money on my mind this often
So I'ma take my time and give you everything that I got on my mind
'Til my mind exhausted
Baby lemme lay you down in this bed
I'm sorry for the little thin's that I said
And just like that we be back where we started
F*ck the bullshit, matter fact disregard it
'Cause I got your mind and I swear that we fine
'Til I look through your phone, who this bitch on your line
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