(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) Be with (yeah) no one

Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah (yeah! Bow!) Sauce on ya, nigga, got the sauce on me, uh (I got sauce) Boss, like a young nigga was Ross on me, uh (like I'm fuckin' Ross) Pull up on your shawty, I put sauce on it, yeah (like I fuckin' spilled) Sauce on ya, nigga, got

I'm on that good kush and alcohol I got some down bitches I can call I don't know what I would do without y'all I'm gon' ball til the day I fall Yeah, long as my bitches love me (yeah, yeah) I can give a fuck 'bout no hater I can give a fuck 'bout no

'Cause baby when I'm finished with ya You won't wanna go outside Ooh baby, when I'm done with you, why You ain't saying nothing Yeah, you ain't saying nothing La la la la Baby go outside

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

Like how she pop it like woah, woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah, woah Like how she pop it like woah See that, sexy sexy, wine it up for me, oh No te vayas, baby, ven, quédate aquí Yeah, yeah, I'm bad for you (Iré por ti) Only you (Solo por ti)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I get an answer? Girl, I got a question for ya Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) You got me going crazy Oh, you deal with From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me Giving everything, you're giving

Tone that shit down Wop, wop, wop, wop Tell me who can ball like this Y'ain't neva ball like this Tone that shit down (oh why) Weak nigga, ball like this Wop, wop, wop, wop (yeah) Might steal your bitch VVS the wrist (VVS the wrist)

Throw it back, yeah All I do is count racks, ooh Told that bih throw that shit back, ooh Throw it back, huh Throw it back, ooh 2-17 on the track, man Yeah, yeah, ooh Huh, yeah, huh, ayy