[Intro]
Ooooh
[Hook]
First I f** yo b**h
Then I take her home
Then I f** her 'gain
Then I leave her 'lone
Never pick up the phone
When she call me
f** all these b**hes
I want money (2x)
[Verse 1]
Tell a lil b**h to come wit' f** me
I'on really want your company
But if you really wanna f** wit' me
You could come through to count this money
Trues on lookin' so crispy
Chains on me lookin' so icy
Jean jacket with the hair fixed
Designer belts, but I'm saggin
And I smell like Axe, lookin' sharp as f** (spray)
Got a bad b**h and she a lil' drunk (Henny)
I'on f** wit' math but I double up (numbers)
When I hit the club it's going bottoms up (yugh)
And I ain't down wit' relationships (never )
So you can go and stop texting, b**h (digits)
Already onto the next b**h
Look close to my future ex-b**h
And bet then this
I'ma savage
Street boy, no Jasmine
Lemme slide up in them panties (drippin')
Then I'm going ghost like Casper (boo)
If she catch me cheating no apologies (never)
I never did titles since you got with me (hoein')
Let you twist my hair up in social studies (studies)
What you are to me is just a f**-buddy
Nothing more honey
[Bridge]
Clothes put aside, get behind
Then chuck the deuce up
Beat it from behind, leave her cryin'
Chuck the deuce up
Peacin' out while smilin', you gon' be fine
Then chuck the deuce up
My uber's outside, get one night
Then chuck the deuce up
[Hook]
First I f** yo b**h
Then I take her home
Then I f** her 'gain
Then I leave her 'lone
Never pick up the phone
When she call me
f** all these b**hes
I want money (2x)
[Bridge]
Clothes put aside, get behind
Then chuck the deuce up
Beat it from behind, leave her cryin'
Chuck the deuce up
Peacin' out while smilin', you gon' be fine
Then chuck the deuce up
My uber's outside, get one night
Then chuck the deuce up
[Verse 2]
I just f** on your b**h
And the condom might slip
But you know I'm no b**h
So then raw I go in
And I'm taking some pics
And I'm saving some pics
Then I postin' them pics for some IG likes
Roll up the Cali, she popped off the Molly
Lil' pop just keep poppin', I just call her Mary
She said that she loved me
Said, "Get the f** from me"
Give her five to face like I nickeled the grammy
Young n***a go hammy, n***a
Keep the semi tucked up in the pantry, n***a
Got a b**h I never called back wit' me
She just throw it back make my dick bigga
f** a romance; I'm pro sav'
I might chose you, then I f** a Jew
Wit' a body count that could match Hitler
I said body count that could match Hitler
[Hook]
First I f** yo b**h
Then I take her home
Then I f** her 'gain
Then I leave her 'lone
Never pick up the phone
When she calls me
f** all these b**hes
I want money (2x)