Yeah, your screen time like me on Friday nights, girl
Yeah, yeah, it's way too high Yeah, I'm way too high
Yeah, look, why the f*ck you on the phone while we at dinner, bae
Is there something that you texting you can't wait to say
If that's the case, girl, I'll leave the check for you, go text away
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
Ayy, that ain't really spending time with me
Ayy, that ain't really spending
Yeah, I took your ass to St. John and St. Croix
I do this shit too much, girl, you know I'm busy island hopping
If my roster getting full, then you the one I'm dropping
F*ck you and your mama at the hoes that's always eavesdropping
Ayy, two fingers up, give a f*ck how they feeling
From the money in the bank, you would've thought that I've been stealing
There ain't much to this shit, it's the hits I've been dealing
Ayy, it's the hits I've been
Yeah, shawty too slick, she been sliming up who
Sliming up you
Sliming up you
Oh, you love the way you look with some red lipstick
Love the way you look when them tight jeans fit
Ayy, yeah, we both know
Yeah, we both know what they saying about the kid, girl
Why you talking about some stupid shit? Let's f*ck, girl
I ain't frontin', bae, always keep a buck
I been eyeing me and shawty, I'm too busy, that's my luck
I'ma fly out first class, put lil' mami front row
To sing to her the whole show
Cause that's all I know
Cause that's all I know
Yeah, cause that's all I know
I know what you know, but you like keeping secrets
I like late night drinking on some beaches
I like lingerie and all the different pieces
I like f*cking hoes and leaving bitches speechless
Ooh, yeah, I'm heating up, come and show me love
Two shots in the cup, f*ck, I'm leaning off some wavy shit
Foreign girl, talking about some lovey-dovey other shit
But I keep a hush, you know I'm on some other shit
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
That ain't really spending time with me
That ain't really spending
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Yeah, your screen time like me on Friday nights, girl
Yeah, yeah, it's way too high Yeah, I'm way too high
Yeah, look, why the f*ck you on the phone while we at dinner, bae
Is there something that you texting you can't wait to say
If that's the case, girl, I'll leave the check for you, go text away
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
Ayy, that ain't really spending time with me
Ayy, that ain't really spending
Yeah, I took your ass to St. John and St. Croix
I do this shit too much, girl, you know I'm busy island hopping
If my roster getting full, then you the one I'm dropping
F*ck you and your mama at the hoes that's always eavesdropping
Ayy, two fingers up, give a f*ck how they feeling
From the money in the bank, you would've thought that I've been stealing
There ain't much to this shit, it's the hits I've been dealing
Ayy, it's the hits I've been
Yeah, shawty too slick, she been sliming up who
Sliming up you
Sliming up you
Oh, you love the way you look with some red lipstick
Love the way you look when them tight jeans fit
Ayy, yeah, we both know
Yeah, we both know what they saying about the kid, girl
Why you talking about some stupid shit? Let's f*ck, girl
I ain't frontin', bae, always keep a buck
I been eyeing me and shawty, I'm too busy, that's my luck
I'ma fly out first class, put lil' mami front row
To sing to her the whole show
Cause that's all I know
Cause that's all I know
Yeah, cause that's all I know
I know what you know, but you like keeping secrets
I like late night drinking on some beaches
I like lingerie and all the different pieces
I like f*cking hoes and leaving bitches speechless
Ooh, yeah, I'm heating up, come and show me love
Two shots in the cup, f*ck, I'm leaning off some wavy shit
Foreign girl, talking about some lovey-dovey other shit
But I keep a hush, you know I'm on some other shit
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
That ain't really spending time with me
That ain't really spending
Yeah, yeah, it's way too high Yeah, I'm way too high
Yeah, look, why the f*ck you on the phone while we at dinner, bae
Is there something that you texting you can't wait to say
If that's the case, girl, I'll leave the check for you, go text away
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
Ayy, that ain't really spending time with me
Ayy, that ain't really spending
Yeah, I took your ass to St. John and St. Croix
I do this shit too much, girl, you know I'm busy island hopping
If my roster getting full, then you the one I'm dropping
F*ck you and your mama at the hoes that's always eavesdropping
Ayy, two fingers up, give a f*ck how they feeling
From the money in the bank, you would've thought that I've been stealing
There ain't much to this shit, it's the hits I've been dealing
Ayy, it's the hits I've been
Yeah, shawty too slick, she been sliming up who
Sliming up you
Sliming up you
Oh, you love the way you look with some red lipstick
Love the way you look when them tight jeans fit
Ayy, yeah, we both know
Yeah, we both know what they saying about the kid, girl
Why you talking about some stupid shit? Let's f*ck, girl
I ain't frontin', bae, always keep a buck
I been eyeing me and shawty, I'm too busy, that's my luck
I'ma fly out first class, put lil' mami front row
To sing to her the whole show
Cause that's all I know
Cause that's all I know
Yeah, cause that's all I know
I know what you know, but you like keeping secrets
I like late night drinking on some beaches
I like lingerie and all the different pieces
I like f*cking hoes and leaving bitches speechless
Ooh, yeah, I'm heating up, come and show me love
Two shots in the cup, f*ck, I'm leaning off some wavy shit
Foreign girl, talking about some lovey-dovey other shit
But I keep a hush, you know I'm on some other shit
Yeah, you know how I get, yeah, that shit won't slide with me
Scrolling on the gram, ain't spending time with me
Texting all your besties, oh, you trying me
That ain't really spending time with me
That ain't really spending
Writer: Thomas Overend
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