[ Featuring Kehlani ]
(Diego)
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing
And I let you have it, yeah, alright, okay
She know I like bitches who like bitches
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
I know she a gold digger
I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit up some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of havin' your soul bleed
And she stay Russian cream, tryna roll a Russian Cream
Said you tired of f*ckin' wit' f*ck boys, then why the f*ck you f*ck wit' me?
'Cause I ain't shit, I fell in love wit' your best friend
Other week, I put it down and we had sex at the Westin
And she told me how y'all talked and you used to brag about my dick
And I hope that you find out 'cause I know it's gon' make you sick
So slick, this the type of shit that make your soul flip
Ain't on no bitch, shit ho, I don't even own Ricks
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing
I'll let you have it (I'll let you have it)
Yeah, alright, okay (girl, I'll let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches, yeah (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
Okay, whatever
F*ckin' on somebody wit' some moves don't make you better
Like to see you try to step out like you did wit' me
Could've had your way, but now you're right back to the streets
And there's nothin' out there for you
I'm the one that always kept it player for you
The one that head back to the lair wit' you
Nobody else was playin' fair for you
Yeah, I like bitches who bring bitches and they friends
One thing about it, we ain't never played pretend
F*ckin' with a star, you never let me forget
I'm always the one that you say you gon' end up wit'
But you got it, girl
Yeah, uh, pickin' up my phone until my phone ring
You told me don't trip, you doin' your own thing (own things)
I'll let you have it (I'll let you have it)
Yeah, alright, okay (girl, I'll let you have it)
She know I like bitches who like bitches, yeah (uh)
She know I'm gon' leave if I feel she can't grant my wishes (yeah, yeah)
Last night, I hit like three bars up wit' yo' friends (oh)
Afterwards, I left with one and we committed sins
I know she a gold digger
I know she gon' hit up some of her old niggas
She know I'm gon' hit some of my old flings
I just got that text like, "Come outside and put it on me"
Tryna make your toes curl, you said that you tired of havin' your soul bleed
