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Secret love is what you wanna be
While making love to him, girl
You're silently calling on me
What is a man to do
In a situation like this
Eat money
Uh, I'm talking that money
Yeah, back in the day
Had to thank for her sister
She nervous around me
Afraid when I'm with her
I want her so bad
That she making me whistle
Nobody has to know
She selling that box
But I ain't tryna trigger
But fuck what she want
She gon' take what I give her
Bitch, come down to G
They gon' say I'm a
Keep it on the down low
Member, I done finally
Feel the wave for you niggas
Y'all expecting me to slow up
And just wait on you niggas
Y'all ain't never give me credit
But I still said
Nobody has to know
I was in the trenches
Hopping in and out the V's
Always tell a bitch go
Never told her not to leave
I could really drop a name
But I'd rather just
Keep it on the down low
We was in the back
Now we finally got the lead
They gon' say they in a trap
But that's not what I believe
They gon' say they got them hands
But that's not what I
Nobody has to know
And that boy a rat
I saw the paper, I could read
They just gave my nigga letters
Cause we really got them B's
It's a pill, one through
He coming home, but
Keep it on the down low
Heard niggas brag about
The bitches that they smashed
And I heard bitches brag about
The niggas that they had
Man, it wouldn't be P
Nobody has to know
Play BTA, we be putting
Bout the ass
Put a nigga in the box
If I ever felt the jab
If you know what's going on
Man, I couldn't help but act
Keep it on the down low
Bitch, you my ball
Let's have a ball
Made supermodels
So dick in the car
Then drop the off
I'll see you tomorrow
Nobody has to know
Put it on the line
And I did it for the mob
If that day I would've upped that
Then you wouldn't be alive
If I said I wasn't fucked up
Then that would've been a lie
But I always had to drive
And I was living in my ride
Now I'm getting so much money
So my bitch the grit, I die
Got some supermodel pussy
Had to spit it, get inside
So the Lord bless you, Canada
That shit was kinda dry
With all the Canada dry
Soda, ginger, man
Man, I bubble from my hustle
When I put that shit on God
Had a fallout with my niggas
But we put that shit aside
I was giving people access
When they should've been denied
What, you wanna make a movie
Nigga, look me in my eyes
Turn your shit into a smoothie
Point your Uzi out the ride
Tell me lights, camera, action
I don't like to get surprised
Leave a nigga DOA
By the time the boys arrive
Nobody has to know
Put it on the line
If we can
Keep it on the down low
If it's for me
Nobody has to know