I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet All these

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas, I'll be right by your side Till 3005, hold up Hold up, wait a minute, all good just a week ago Crew at my house and we party every weekend so On the

Shea butter baby, fuckin' up your pillow You lost in the shape of my hips Hope there is a mood And if you really down we can find it (I can get close to you baby, pull me closer, what are you about?) Hold it, need it, need it, yeah Touch me, take me,

Hold up, get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Bad bitches, fuck 'em then dismiss em (bad, woo) I ain't really here to take no pictures (flash) Middle finger up fuck the system (fuck 'em) Get right witcha Yeah,

Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

L-line a nigga up just like a pencil (like a pencil) L-l-let you hold my flow, yeah I just blessed you (just blessed you) I just fucked up five racks, dropped it on a jacket (on a jacket) F-f-fuck the bitch one time, she said that I'm rude (I'm rude)

No matter what you say or what you do When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you Fuck these other niggas I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up (hold up) I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up

I may not be as honest as I ought to be now When the walls go up, I said it didn't worry me But it hit me and I cannot hold it in I can just be paranoid, don't quell the desire to love What was really going on, does it really fucking matter? Baby is all

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

Fuck them hoes, fuck them hoes Truly rude boy, truly rude Hold up, wait one minute We know you the baddest baby, fuck them hoes We on a different planet girl, fuck them hoes Fuck them hoes Percocets and molly's make you touch your toe Been in this bitch