Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
These days I don't f*ck with no body
Met the side piece hello with the family
I'm out in london when they hit me on the telly
Pulled out a India we celebrate Diwali
Like my sauce how I like my bitchhh
She a seven but she rich and thickk
Cant love no hoe I had to hit that bitch and dip
She in her mood she bit the bottom of her lip
I made it rain I make her stain at my expense
My sex a price necessity she pay the rent
We topic-less I'm ignorant we make no sense
I'm dazed for days I lost the way got no defense
I like to love I love the love I know you fake
Never mooky paint my nails but can't relate
I blacked em out I covered face they on the drapes
You changing plates I'm outta space we not the same
Say she wants to come through
Baby just me and you
I put brick slabs on you
What ya boyfriend gonna do
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea
I'm in that villa she smell on my dick
Ion even know why she did that shit
Got feins puttin on me difference of lips
Get that bread make you live like this
Faux prepaid bitches for the prime time set
They smooth like butter got a fans on link
I'm one step away from the red light shit
Took on thot away tryna step like this