Letras
(B-B-Bankroll got it)
Hey, you know you some pressure (pressure)
Tights, Gallery sweaters
All the niggas still gon' sweat her
Don't nobody fuck her better
Than me
Me, me, me (me, me, me)
Me, me, me (me, me, me, yeah)
Got you stuck on me
She postin' like she's taken, but she's single when she see me
She's stuck on me, she'll never, ever leave me
I been grindin' in the stu, I know these L.A. streets need me (L.A. streets need me)
Sweatin' like I'm off a Perc', workin' hard, gettin' greasy (gettin' greasy)
She know I'm the best one for her in the end (like what?)
Me and my homies gettin' lit with you and your friends (like huh?)
This Mercedes hybrid's not a regular Benz (Bars)
This a different type of money, bitch, this cash don't bend (this cash don't bend)
Asked her where she goin', said she leavin' (said she leavin')
I could tell by how she look, that bitch fiendin' (like huh?)
Yeah, no, she can't be for real (like what?)
Fuck it, we even (like bye)
Bet they wish they would've did a nigga back (did a nigga back)
'Cause now I'm up, worth more than a couple racks
Crazy girl on my ass, tryna figure out where I'm at (where I'm at)
And this girl stuck on me like the tap (like huh?)
Hey, you know you some pressure (pressure)
Tights, Gallery sweaters
All the niggas still gon' sweat her
Don't nobody fuck her better
Than me
Me, me, me (me, me, me)
Me, me, me (me, me, me, yeah)
Got you stuck on me
You know you some pressure (pressure)
Tights, Gallery sweaters
All the niggas still gon' sweat her
Don't nobody fuck her better
Than me
Me, me, me (me, me, me)
Me, me, me (me, me, me, yeah)
Got you stuck on me
I made this for you, baby, this is not no dance song (dance song)
Hoes be hatin', said she want me 'cause my bands long (bands long)
She love hearin' my voice through her headphones (yeah)
Niggas broke tryna cuff a bad bitch, niggas dead wrong (niggas dead wrong)
She said I'm in her head rent-free (rent-free, what?)
I told I just want the head, what's tea?
She startin' to wish that her nigga was like me (like huh?)
She did it a little too good, fuck around put me to sleep
She used to broke niggas, she come to me, I turn her up (what?)
She gon' keep on spinnin' back 'cause I don't think she had enough (like huh?)
Nah, we don't check tags, spend your racks, add it up (uh-huh)
You blew a bag on that bitch, I suggest you stack it up (like what?)
But she crazy, I done blocked her twice in one day (in one day)
Shit, I'm everywhere she not, shit, I been up out the way (been up out the way)
No matter where I go, she gon' still find her way (find her way)
And she stuck, and I get it, but she just don't know her place (like baow)
Hey, you know you some pressure (pressure)
Tights, gallery sweaters
All the niggas still gon' sweat her
Don't nobody fuck her better
Than me
Me, me, me (me, me, me)
Me, me, me (me, me, me, yeah)
Got you stuck on me