[Intro]
She hittin’ my phone think I love her
I gotta choppa with a beam, while i’m running [?] like i’m Dame Glover
She fell in love with this heat, now she screaming at me and they hitting my phone, fuck her
I need a fast car, some [?] no Chris Tucker

[Chorus]
She hittin’ my phone think I love her
I gotta choppa with a beam, while i’m running [?] like i’m Dame Glover
She fell in love with this heat, now she screaming at me and they hitting my phone, fuck her
I need a fast car, some [?] no Chris Tucker

[Verse]
And shе wanna fly to the moon
She only want this shit one way, so if shе calling my phone i’m seeing you soon
I know your bitch wanna see me, wanna be me, yeah, i’m sorry for you
I told that ho that I feel like Twinuzis not 302
Light up the semi, [?], she fell in love she not getting a pending
I’m in LA with a [?] gang with me, take flights in Houston not talking Whitney
She yellin’ “Koda why you so rude?”
Let her know i’m not like her other dude
I’m getting money, i’m paying my dudes
She hittin’ my line, she hittin’ my line
And don’t hit my phone, stop wasting my time
I’m sorry lil’ baby you was just not my type
You not my type, no, you not my type
No, you not my type, oh-oh you not my type
Yeah, you not my type, oh you not my type
Yeah, you not my type, oh you not my type
[Chorus]
She hittin’ my phone think I love her
I gotta choppa with a beam, while i’m running [?] like i’m Dame Glover
She fell in love with this heat, now she screaming at me and they hitting my phone, fuck her
I need a fast car, some [?] no Chris Tucker