[Hook]
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married

[Verse 1]
Said, it's not my plan to get married
All of this money that I carry
Smoking loudly like Paris
I would die for you if you dare me
Don't you wish me bad, you might parish
She said meet my dad and I'm nervous
He be looking I'm grabbing on purpose
And if he get mad you deserve it

[Hook]
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married

[Verse 2]
You could've said
You been living for the damage
You were nothing like the average
Really should've said you a savage
Now a n***a dealing with the damage
And that's ok, I ain't even mad
Big trip cost me a big bag
Smoke jets I don't even jet lag
One man gold is another man trash
[Hook]
(Could've told me you were savage)
You could've told me you were savage
Now I'm mad and embarrassed
Lord, I fell I'm like Paris
Not my plan to get married

[Outro : The Hitman's Bodyguard sample]
"You're worried about my husband's safety? No one in this world can kill the man he's a cucaracha. And I mean that in every sense of the word. Sometimes you just wanna crush his little filthy head with your shoe, but he won't die, that motherfucker is unkillable, so you can't relax."