Nigga these hoes better quit it Nigga these hoes better quit Damn, hoe, shut the fuck up Nigga these hoes better quit it (quit it, quit it) Nigga these hoes better quit (quit, quit) Bitch I can see what you tryna do You got niggas outside in a line for

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah They say haters be in they feelings I've been a sucka for the love, gotta let it go 'Cause I see that you love different My homies always tryna tell me nigga, let her go But I love, I love her, I love her, I can't let

Pretty hurts Shine the light on whatever's worse Perfection is the disease of a nation Tryna fix something But you can't fix what you can't see It's the soul that needs the surgery Are you happy with yourself Just another stage Pageant the pain away

You need something new, girl But you deserve somebody good enough for you, girl Now, I can't hold this back forever, knowing you'll Be better off if you just tell him goodbye Now, I ain't tryna get no drama started I see him calling and you just let it

That original lifeline Original lifeline I'm the same, I'm the same I'm try'na change Cause there’s a hole where your heart lies And I see can it with my third eye And though my touch, it magnifies You pull away, you don't know why Hey, look up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I roll up behind it, I wanna try it Grip up your waist, bust up the place, tantalizin' Haven't been around this year I like to see you change your gears To a motion that's more faster, babe I'm grippin' like I'm tryna catch

House with a lake, no neighbors and links on my wrist, no bailiff (Ayy) I see you fuckin' with me, I'm catchin' on Ain't tryna see the police 'cause I be runnin' I'm from Golden Acres, but now I'm sittin' on acres, ayy I don't want no relations, you know

How to love (how to love) Never really had luck, couldn't never figure out Now you in this corner try'na put it together Mm see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever Mm for a second you were here, now you over there It's hard not to stare,

Boss Michelle Obama Purse so heavy gettin' Oprah dollas You say that you a baller And I see you tryna holla But that ain't how I was brought up Working for my money 'Cause that's what my momma taught me So yo ass betta show me some respect

She in her feelings because we ain’t speaking, but she don’t even call a nigga She gon' get nasty whenever I see her, she tryna suck all a nigga Heard you been doing business with the opps, fuck you and all them niggas We gon' keep riding around with