Baby you're a one of one to me I know that I should probably wife you up And baby I swear I'm done with these Other women they don't mean shit to me You was tryna know me When they didn't know me Girl we fell in love we both worked at the mall Way before

Yeah, yeah, I know you wit' her and you all in love What am I supposed to do, congratulate you? Whatever... How you in love wit her, when every thug hit her Just met her off a lap dance now you babysit her And get her everything she need From pills to

Please, please tell me why you always hatin' Why you hatin'? Please tell me why you always hatin' All up in my face, you not from the clique Give me space, we might rob your shit Most hate it, baby they don't love the clique I thought they love you when

After the club, strip When I get you home, strip We on that grown shit baby hop up on this I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) Your clothes clothes all off And when the valet pull up shorty ride with

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number baby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,

Run away fast as you can Runaway from me baby You been puttin' up wit' my shit just way too long I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most So I think it's time for us to have a toast Let's have a toast for the douche bags Let's have a toast for

VVS's in my tennis bracelets Could've bought my mama a Mercedes (mama) Still bought my mama a Merecedes (mama) Put a hundred racks in my mama's savings (racks) Fuck all that bullshit, keep me a full clip (fuck it) Dressed in all white like some cool whip

Stop talking in codes Let me know what's up I need a love to celebrate So baby, take it all the way Stop talking in codes, stop talking in codes Tell me black and white Why I'm here tonight I can't read the signs Can't do it no more

Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star

Pull up any kind of way I wanna She know I got that dope boy persona Drop top, winter, spring, fall, or summer Young niggas ballin' like we hit the numbers I done got the ball, I fuckin' cannot fumble I be rockin' new shit, I got every color This shit