[Intro]
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back (What?)
Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back
Tell me not to call you then you call me right back (What?)
Call me right back (What?)
You tell me not to call you then you call me right back (What?)
Say you trust me but peep when you're fallin' back
If we ever fell out of love we fall back (Yeah)
Even though in this world I never saw that (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
All the things I do for her
All the things she do for trust
Then again she do for us
Started off with just some lust
Then again it was a must
Even though we fight and fuss
Buy diamonds then we hug
Face down that's how I fuck (Yeah)
Like I ain't new to this
Been around the world
All types, all types of girls
I love ya, drivin' in that Porsche
Like, oh yeah
Brittany, like, slow down (Skrrt)
When I hit it from the back
Brittany, like, slow down (What?)
She put on a show now
[Bridge]
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah (Yeah)
Fuck her on the counter, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma give her diamonds, yeah (Yeah)
I'ma go Rambo, yeah (Yeah)
Fuck her right on camera, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up (Bands up?)
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck (A tan truck?)
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom (Skkrt)
Ayy, stole my whole style then I switched it
Told 'em slow down in the kitchen
Cause he whip it like it's Bisquick
Like, lookin' at my Rollie get you right on my hit list (Yeah)
The way your bitch lookin' at me get her right on my hit list (Yeah)
Yeah, you can't do nothin' with me, no (No)
You can't do nothin' with me, yeah
You can't do nothin' with me
I'm just bein' honest, ayy (Ayy)
I'm just bein' honest, ayy (Ayy)
Count that check, that comma, ayy (Ayy)
I might Saint Laurent it (Ayy)
Balmain, Saint Laurent it (Ayy)
Got your bitch all on me, ayy (Ayy)
I don't wanna harm her, ayy (Ayy)
Got my old bitch on me, ayy (Ayy)
Drive around I own it, ayy (Ayy)
Drive around (Skkrt), like I stole it, ayy (Woo)
All my clothes designer, ayy (Yeah)
I don't ever fold 'em, ayy (Yeah)
I remember colder days (Yeah)
Now my diamonds colder, ayy
Chains, oh yeah, that's on my neck
Hunch my back like Notre Dame
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom (Hahaha)
Don't get what she want she throw a tantrum
Get her what she want cause my bands up
You couldn't get her what she want cause you random
You be hatin' on the low, no you a fan, yeah
Yeah, yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom