Girl, if you don't get the fuck from me I know you thought we had something special But you don't mean nothing to me Girl, I'm sorry you not the one for me Young nigga, young nigga Your friends bad too? Then tell 'em come with you We don't like gold

So, so, so it goes Right into place Lipstick on your face You know I'm not a bad girl, but I Do bad things with you Come here, dressed in black now Scratches down your back now But, honestly, baby, who's counting?