act ii: date @ 8 [remix]

You want me to pull up?

I'll come and slide by 8 p.m.

And send a text to your DM

Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

Girl, I got you another dress

So bring yo' ass up-down them stairs

I buy you shit because you rare

And plus, because you know I care

Bitch, you know you love it here

That's why you keep on comin' near

Your nigga can't compete, I swear (Nah, for real)

He tried, but now he look too weak, baby

I'll come and slide by 8 p.m.

And send a text to your DM

Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

You runnin' out of shoes to wear

So I bought you another pair

I'll come and slide by 8 p.m.

What did I do to deserve you?

Don't even know what I did

Been prayin' on it since a kid

I guess it's just luck if you say so

How you get all of that body and face, though?

What kinda water they servin' in Clayco?

This is me talkin', it's not the añejo

Ready to pop out, but we gotta lay low

I really gotta calm down

'Fore I end up in jeopardy just like the game show

Broski my twin, that's my bestie

He love me, said I got the blessin'

I swear he's gassin' me up

There's no way in hell I see you passin' me up

Almost said I loved your ass right after we fucked

Don't know why, girl, it was on the tip of my tongue

Yeah, found someone I'm fallin' for

You hit me back, we're talkin' more now

The bodies that you caught before (They don't)

Make me mad or insecure (I'm good)

A thousand on your fuckin' hair

Two hunnid on your fuckin' nails, for real

This shit feel like a fairy tale (I swear)

I'll make them open up Chanel, ch-ch

I'm a stand-up guy like Dave Chappelle

I was cursed, you 'bout to break the spell, for real

Tell that nigga that you done with him

Girl, who cares if he gon' take it well? You're done

(Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair)

(Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails)