Lyrics
Yeah, I know I say that on the beginning of all my shit
You know where I had her at
Cut her with up, ah!
I hope you ready to die, this ain't hypothetical
I'm still in company time, I won't lie, this shit double the vibe
I'm gon' show you left the rubber inside, and I ain't doin' enough
We polar opposite, stop talkin'
I went and got it, overstand the opponent
Fuck as many hoes as I want it, huh, diarrhea's my own shit
Young nigga always had to keep me a grown bitch
Give it to you 'cause I never loan shit
People get weird, and she gon' let me stick the tip in, I'm cool though
I heard the pussy was Lucy, and I don't love you
NBA was whack in the bubble
And I ain't sitting' back of the buses unless I wanna
Huh, this cash money, true stunner, young gunner, no Eve Saint
And we gon' take his little card in a briefcase
You ain't got the game to still worry about each play, yeah
Have you seen her?
I'ma make her choose up on the player
Have you seen her?
I'ma make her choose up on the player