[Intro]
(Turro)
(Hey Zeek, is that you?)
[Chorus]
I told you I'm up late night, I'm working, stop textin' my phone on purpose
Paparazzi try to get a quick flick in the car, had to close the curtains
You only got one shot with me, told her buckle up, don't be nervous, uh, uh
Told her grab the wheel but she kept on swervin', ooh
Yeah, the first nigga move in this bitch get cleaned like detergent
Yeah, I'm not the one, but I told you that on the first day she kept flirtin'
[Verse]
Yeah, you deal on a rich ass?, rich niggas, poppin' my shit with my wrist in it
She fallin' for me 'cause I live in her
Niggas copy and paste me, I just stay in my lane, yeah
I can't give you the sauce if you ain't got the green
I can't stand a bitch actin' out of place, out of character
Who I'm supposed to call on late night if you turn to a traveler?
Who I'm supposed to call on late night if you turn to a traveler?
My brain keep tellin' me put the cup down
Mood swings, I bought a new bustdown
Playin' games'll get a bitch kicked out
I got plenty money, what you talkin' 'bout?
Fly overstay, never listen
I won't miss your love, and fly when it's sinkin'
Don't know why would you show up
I'd rather not waste your time no more
Nothin' was the same soon as you closed the door
Yeah, I done made a money angel with them racks on the floor
Whoa, California king size when she wake in the mornin'
Havin' a party with gang and all these hoes, I'm still recordin'
It's 8 in the mornin', I'm still out there
Get pints for the low, I've been tapped in, uh
Gotta get my rest
Why you feelin' like your life a mess?
Man, this ho tryna give it up easy
Had to ask myself, what's the catch?, uh, uh
Yeah, designer threads huggin' my flesh
This how it feel when you on top, you can have it back
I gotta protect myself and all of my peoples, I know that
The truth only hurts, but you wanna hear it a million times
That bitch my lil' puppet, I got her recitin' all my lines
We can go back and forth 'bout the same thing all day, losin' our mind
[Chorus]
I told you I'm up late night, I'm working, stop textin' my phone on purpose
Paparazzi try to get a quick flick in the car, had to close the curtains
You only got one shot with me, told her buckle up, don't be nervous, uh, uh
Told her grab the wheel but she kept on swervin', ooh
Yeah, the first nigga move in this bitch get cleaned like detergent
Yeah, I'm not the one, but I told you that on the first day she kept flirtin'