[Intro: Jayson Cash]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Jayson Cash]
Slide up beside you and put that game on you
Take off your necklace and put my chain on you
That n***a you fuckin' don't do the same for you
That's 'cause that n***a you fuckin' was way too lame for you, shame on you
You know I got the shit that you missin', though
But you scared, 'cause it's gon' have you in your feelings, oh
I know, and it's a fact that it's gon' happen
From the cologne to the fashion to the way that I be rappin'
It's, like, impossible to avoid
That's why your friends all in your ear talkin' 'bout the boy
It's hard to see you shine with a n***a that's lit
'Cause they got a n***a too, but that n***a ain't this
Uh, not at all
Flyer than a motherfucker, Supreme to my drawers
East side boy, so when I'm off the alcohol
I'ma hit that shit from the window to thе wall

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr. & Jayson Cash]
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' elsе but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these n***as that can't
Keep you in your place
It's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Jayson Cash]
Two in the mornin', I put that thang on you
Hand on your neck, you think I'ma strangle you
Yeah, you know I got a thing for you
There ain't no n***a on the planet that's gon' make you feel the same, do you
Understand what you dealing with?
'Cause, shit, you dealin' with a n***a that done went and got his shit together
That went and got his bag right
And you ain't even gotta ask, before you do, I probably bought it twice
'Cause I love to see you with that shit on
Casamigos make you take that shit off
And I'ma have you sleepin' in my t-shirt
I know you gotta work, but I'ma make you wanna call off
You should let me put it on you, with your fine ass
You should let me pour this Carlos Rossi in your wine glass
Know it's good now, but it get better as the time pass
Tell me how you feelin' me to know just where your mind at

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr.]
When I can't sleep, bae, I can't think 'bout
Nothin' else but you
It's so strange 'cause they so lame and
Somehow you still in, though
With these n***as that can't
Keep you in your place
It's all on your face
They don't thug you like I thug you (No, no)