[Intro]
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Shit, I'm still texting you expecting you to answer
Late night on the phone thinking that I really matter
Thought you really loved me ’cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time, you was hoeing to my music (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, she wanna flex up, she ain't know we next up (Next up, yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talking ’bout how she blessed (Yeah)
So much jewelry like a judge, bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah

[Verse]
Brunette blowing cigarettes out the window
Why you say you Cripping but yo' pockets in the red though? (Yeah)
Big balling, big bands, shawty, 'cause I said so (Yeah)
Thick ho, diamond chain shining like the rainbow, yeah
Yeah, my wrist be like a pool, we only hop in coupes
Why you on the 'Gram flexing, wearing Fruit of Loom?
Yeah, Bape head, uh, on my white tee
I just got a bad jawn, she my wifey, yeah (Yeah)

[Bridge]
Gucci, Louis, Prada, it excite me (It excite me, yeah)
All these bad hoes, they excite me (Yeah, yeah)
I don't need them, I need you
I don't need them, I needed you (Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Shit, I’m still texting you expecting you to answer
Late night on the phone thinking that I really matter
Thought you really loved me ’cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time, you was hoeing to my music (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, she wanna flex up, she ain't know we next up (Next up, yeah)
Now she on the ’Gram talking 'bout how she blessed (Yeah)
So much jewelry like a judge, bad ho, you can't touch, yeah (You can't touch)
Why you talk that money but you ain’t got enough? Yeah
Yeah, she wanna flex up, she ain't know we next up (Next up, yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talking 'bout how she blessed (Yeah)
So much jewelry like a judge, bad ho, you can't touch, yeah (Oh)
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Maybe it was my fault
I'll take all the blame you put on me
It's alright, it's alright
I've died, yeah

[Outro]
Shit, I'm still texting you expecting you to answer
Late night on the phone thinking that I really matter
Thought you really loved me 'cause you fucked me in your Buick
Really all that time, you was hoeing to my music (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she wanna flex up, she ain't know we next up (Next up, yeah)
Now she on the 'Gram talking 'bout how she blessed (Yeah)
So much jewelry like a judge, bad ho, you can't touch, yeah
Why you talk that money but you ain't got enough? Yeah