[Intro: Coach Joey]
(Coach me, Joey)
Every time I try to get some new hoes the old hoes always be in my fuckin' way
Watch out, bitches, y'all had y'alls turn
(And Shogun is the master)

[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Bae wanna be mine, face card don't decline
When you walkin' past me, gotta hit me with that rewind
I'm 'bout to scoop you up, let your seat back, recline (Joey, baby, make a song about me)
You know who you is to me, you know you my lil' boo
She think she a gangster, so she call herself my lil' whoop
(And when you make my song, tell me how pretty l am)

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
Look, you know what you want in life, you said you wanna be a wife
Your friends told you I ain't right, I guess you gotta roll the dice When I like bitches' pictures, that shit get you tight
And when you point it out, I just go and take the like
I just wanna see you happy, I just wanna buy you things
You be sayin' that I'm a creep 'cause I stare at you when you sleep
Bae, you just so fine to me, I'm thinkin' 'bout monogamy
First it was just you and me and now we 'bout to have a three

[Chorus: Coach Joey & Skilla Baby]
Bae wanna be mine, face card don't decline
When you walkin' past me, gotta hit me with that rewind
I'm 'bout to scoop you up, let your seat back, recline (Baby, make a song about me)
You know who you is to me, you know you my lil' boo
She think she a gangster, so she call herself my lil' whoop
(And when you make my song, tell me how pretty l am)
Ha (You so pretty, mama)
[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Babe, you know you mine, don't you? (Don't you?)
You my lil' boo (Ha)
Them other n***as playin', I just put you in the coupe (In the coupe)
These hoes be hatin' on you (Ha), they can't fuck with you (Nah)
Your Chanel bag came with hat and a shoe (Yeah)
You want Prada, you want Louis and Givenchy too (Ha)
Brought you another pair, your lock came off your boot (Yeah)
We get into it, but we good, that's just what we do (That's what we do)
You prettier than bitches with no makeup, these bitches through (Ha)

[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Bae wanna be mine, face card don't decline
When you walkin' past me, gotta hit me with that rewind
I'm 'bout to scoop you up, let your seat back, recline (Baby, make a song about me)
You know who you is to me, you know you my lil' boo
She think she a gangster, so she call herself my lil' whoop
(And when you make my song, tell me how pretty l am)

[Outro]
Yeah, so I think all your songs should be about me from now on
Because you said somethin' about a girl who's 5'2"
And I'm not 5'2", so, yeah