I would reconsider line by line
Words you done just said
Boy I got your number
And like three, two, one
Gonna get you out of my head
Like three, two, one
Red, red wine got me feeling so fine
But you got me acting crazy
Turns out you done messed with my mind
So if you gonna drive past my street
Roll up, it's a full house, full house
Roll up, roll up, yeah yeah yeah
Roll up, roll up, it's a full house
No room for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like three, two, one
Rolling up to LAX, I don't check your text
I just say God bless while this man on my chest
And don't forget to pay me respect
And don't you protest
When you still cashing my checks
No no, no no
I ain't got time for this shit
At a strip club 'til 4am
And then it's back at the Ritz, I'm up on him
He said, girl you move better than all of them
I'm like, boy yo ass ain't seen nothing yet
Roll up, it's a full house, full house
Roll up, roll up, yeah yeah yeah
Roll up, roll up, it's a full house
Make room for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like three, two, one
I was drinking alone when he wasn't home
My girls hitting me up, asking what's wrong
Now I thank God that that chapter closed
Now he out of my zone, got him out of my zone
Now I'm in escalades
Blowing like Pompeii, sipping Champagne
But boy just in case, color me Monet
What I'm trying to say
Is you the realest, babe
Roll up, it's a full house, full house
Roll up, roll up, yeah yeah yeah
Roll up, roll up, it's a full house
Make room for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Like three, two, one
Roll up, it's a full house, full house
Roll up, roll up, yeah yeah yeah
Roll up, roll up, it's a full house
Make room for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cool off in the moonlight, yeah