Lyrics
Tick-tock, walkin' in the crib at six o'clock
You can get slapped like Chris Rock
Nigga, this ain't Love & Hip Hop
Ain't been a liar, yeah, I ain't caught
Who put the rocks in your wrist watch?
God, whose house this is? Uh
So better keep it cute, my G (huh?)
Who you had in my Benz? (huh?)
Say that shit again (huh?)
Said you was with your friends (huh?)
Couldn't check in? (huh?)
You trying to get revenge? (huh?)
You wanna see me spin? (huh?)
Can we make it work again, huh?
Why you exposing me? Getting too close
Tucked all of the parts of me I hate the most
Boy, we're supposed to be lovers, not foes
Now all of a sudden I'm
Feeling exposed
Exposed
Overexposed
Uh-uh, uh
I don't care who you follow
I don't care about your ego
I don't care if you're rich or broke
But I care where your dick go
We supposed to be done with them games
I was supposed to be changing my name
Boy, you know I'm from Chicago
I ain't like these L.A hoes
Tell me who you had in my Benz (huh?)
Who you had in my Benz? (huh?)
Say that shit again (huh?)
Was you really with your friends? (huh?)
I told you I'm lose it (couldn't check in, huh?)
You trying to get revenge? (huh?)
So you wanna see me spin? (huh?)
Can we make it work again, huh?
Why you exposing me? Getting too close
Tucked all of the parts of me I hate the most (all of the parts of me that I hate the most)
Boy, we're supposed to be lovers, not foes
Now all of a sudden I'm
Feeling exposed
Exposed
Overexposed
I don't wanna be like this on camera
Can't let this slide just 'cause you handsome
I can't take it no more
I don't wanna be like this on camera
Can't let this slide just 'cause you handsome