Lyrics
(Let me call qquonn)
(Mmm, Hello?)
I like it when she put her hair in the back, slick
She got Air Force one's on her feet I could match this
Got the black alo on her body, that's the outfit
Take the attitude off your face, need to stop it
She be going to the gym in the morning
She be shopping at Celine, that ain't nothin
And she gon' keep her house clean, I ain't frontin
She be sitting front row at my show when I'm performing
Barely on the internet, she out the way
Taking trips, this ain't for her birthday, uh
She getting money all the time, she be paid
And I love looking at her face, I put her on my display, uh
She a real Cali, baby, she know all the streets
Rolex, bamboos, in them earrings
And she ain't trippin' bout nobody God fearin
Left lipstick on my cheek but I ain't carin
(Ooh, ooh)
(It's Yopkeezy Nigga)
(Ooh, Mmm)
She my bitch, she's not yours and I ain't caring
She my bitch, she's not yours no, I ain't sharing
The way she let me, beat it up, you'd think that we was married
She innocent in public, in the sheets, that bitch be scary
Bust it open, kinda love, Rolex on your throat
You my type of bitch, you should know, you should know
Corvette on the road
Come and pick you up, we gon' roll, we gon' roll, Uh
We gon' ball out, we gon' shut the mall down
We gon' fuck the city up and watch it all fall down
Me and my bitch, yeah, that's me against the world
She some freaky lil' shit, she make me hit the toe curl
I like it when she put her hair in the back, slick
She got Air Force ones on her feet, I can match this
She got the black alo on her body, that's the outfit
Take the attitude off your face, need to stop it
She be going to the gym in the morning
She be shopping at Celine, that ain't nothin
And she gon' keep her house clean, I ain't Frontin
She be sitting front row at my show when I'm performing