Dallas

Mm-mm-mm-mm

You and me, you and me, we got a- (oh-oh)

Got a history, you and me, we got a-

Dumb of me to let you in (mm-mm-mm-mm)

Dumb of me to think that maybe you could be my everythin'

You and me (yeah), we got a-, huh, yeah, yeah

She said we outside, baby, like a doormat

Uh, she from Dallas, she keep on askin' me if I know 4batz, mm, like damn

You a bad bitch, how can I ignore that?

Put her in Dior, she like, "Baby boy, I adore that"

Baddest bitch, I might just reward that, ooh

Uh, take you out the house (alright), uh, bring you back to mine (okay)

Yeah, she don't want no dinner (oh-yeah), uh, she just wanna whine (oh-yeah)

And baby love designer, she rock Number (N)ine

And baby, who designed ya? Outta ten, you a dime (whoa)

Uh, take you out the house (whoa), uh, bring you back to mine (whoa, ah-woo)

Yeah, she don't want no dinner (whoa), uh, she just wanna whine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)

And baby love designer, she rock Number (N)ine (oh-whoa, ah-woo)

And baby, who designed ya? Outta ten, you a dime

She said, "Take me out" (yeah), "Slut me out"

Uh, baby, I got cream, cash rules everything around

You can't leave me with a frown, we got bitches all around

Me and Boogie in the town, bae, you know it's goin' down

And you're my drug, tied up like a knot

You fuckin' with the opps, yeah, you almost got me shot for that

I had you livin' luxury, now I want all my commas back

But she don't want no love from me, she like, "Slut me out, just fly me outta town"

You know how I get down (ooh-ooh), yeah, you know I got rounds for that (ooh-ooh)

Told you my insecurities, you said that you was fine with that (ooh-ooh)

Eliantte'd all your jewelry, now I want all my diamonds back, and you

Yeah, me and my bitch got many problems, huh, we got Dior drama, huh

She like steppin' on these hos in some Balenciaga, huh (okay)

And I'm proud of you, lil' baby, I might get you Prada, huh

And she call me Valentino 'cause I make her fall in love (ooh)

Uh, lemme make you mine though (ooh-ooh)