You can pretend you don't miss me (me) Oh what a shame I'm not there You can pretend you don't care All you wanna do is kiss me (me) Somebody new All you wanna do is kiss me (me) What is it you want? You can lie but I know that you're not fine (oh yeah)

I see you bitches talkin' loud, but you ain't sayin' shit Get the fuck from round' here, you don't rep my shit You ain't from my city, you don't know about this You want that drama, you ain't ready for it bitch! Now throw it up! (Yeah Ho) Throw it up!

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

Here comes the Reckoning day Don't want no revenge Ain't no pay back time It ain't called getting even I like the way that I make you itch And all the reasons I give you to bitch And how I make you wanna scream in pain And feel your life is just a losing

(Booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes Tell her come

What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want What these bitches want from a nigga? Bling blingin', all that jewelry girl I bought it Shorty I keep you up on it Baby tell me what you want from me! (what you want?) Ay yo, tell me what you want from me

What we doing? Where ya at? I've been drinking, it's lit as fuck Who you with? What ya want? I told her where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? Where it's at? She fine and got ass and tits Pre rolls, no blunts Hop in my whip That bitch go fast as

Often, often, girl I do this often Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Make that pussy pop and do it how I want it Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Asked how many times she rode the wave, "Not so often" Bitches down to do it either

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

Club jam packed, they gon' treat us like we royalty They want girls kissin girls, that's the way we do it, flexin' yeah Shawty wanna ride with the team, go on and come Mollies and 'em perks, got these young bitches sprung I know you enjoying these