1 am, we probably be at the club 2 am, we probably leaving the club All the bad bitches, yeah, they leaving with us Pull up, Lamborghini, got them eating the dust, oh Lord Bad bitch (hold up), that's a bad bitch (hold up) They call me lil' fish 'cause I

But girl I'm so glad we're acquainted Baby you're no good To say that we're in love is dangerous I know I'd rather be complacent I got you touchin' on your body You got me puttin' time in, time in Nobody got me feeling this way You probably think I'm

How's that steel horse ride on the streets of gold? Does the promised land have any ol' back roads? Ain't a doubt you've done a burnout on a cloud Knowin' you, you probably laid her down Have you revved it up while the angels sang? Did God get on ya, did

Postin' drugs all the time, don't fall for it Postin' guns all the time, don't fall for it Postin' money all the time, don't fall for it Don't fall for it They probably gon' call this hate, but People always hate the truth, fuck it Promotin' Lean but

That could still be us Wish I could say it don't get to me but it does And I know I probably think about you way too much But that's because And it still is sometimes at night when my eyes are shut Wide awake staring at my phone Who's gonna give in

If I could write you a song to make you fall in love I would already have you up under my arm I used up all my tricks, I hope that you like this But, you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me You got designer shades just to hide your face And

How you broke my heart If I stay here just a little bit longer If I stay here, won't you listen To my heart, Whoa, my heart? I don't want to talk about it, I can tell by your eyes that you've probably been cryin' forever And the stars in the sky don't

He won't love you like I would He don't know your body He don't do you right He won't touch you like I do It's cold-hearted, cold-hearted Love you like I would It's probably gonna sound wrong Promise it won't last long

The way she moves me probably gonna die young Oh my, I'm gonna die, send my soul to the by and by I can't breathe, I'm gonna be pushin' up a daisy 'fore the old gets me She's so fine, matter of time, sooner than later gonna flat line Hot little angel's

And she did it for fun Natalie, she's probably out there thinking it's funny Telling everyone Well I'm digging a ditch for this gold-digging bitch Watch out she's quick Look out for a pretty little thing named Natalie If you see her tell her I'm coming