You don't know a thing about me 'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me You ain't got the right to tell me Acting like you own me lately Mister Know It All Well you, you think you know it all Oh you think that you know me, know me That's why I'm

I'm livin' that boss' life (life) But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life See, me, man, I'm nothin' like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin' in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin'

Ain’t gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded While you out here drinkin' 40s, I just tote it Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen I’m doin' fraud, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin' I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin'

Come chill baby, chill baby Come chill with a nigga Yeah yeah (yeah) 'Cause a girl like you Deserves affection when we're sexing It's a blessing that you came So when you come through You already know what's on my mind We ain't gotta waste no time

I can't get you close enough 'Cause I can't get you close enough If there's an inch of air between our two hearts beating that's too much It's touching, going might go crazy every time we touch It ain't like this 15 hundred miles between us And it ain't

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I'm leaving here without you on me Yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' 'Cause I want you bad Yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands

You ain't going nowhere. Where you going, where you tryna go Baby, baby? Boy, you better listen to the words I say Boy, you better act like you got some sense, 'Cause you got a dime, and that's money well spent. Sit yourself down, 'cause you know you're

Made it out my momma crib, then bought my moms a crib (uh) Bought myself a chain, kept it short, 'cause I ain't Jibbs (uh) She gon' let me fuck, she like that "Lil Boat" adlib (Lil Boat!) And we at Liv (uh), later I'm in her ribs (uh) I know she your

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

I got the bag, tell a friend She got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like