[Intro: Kaliii]
That's my motherfuckin’ man
That's my motherfuckin' man
Bitch

[Verse 1: Kaliii]
You only want him ’cause I'm fuckin' him (Goofy)
You the type of bitch that blow his phone up while I'm duckin' him (Ugh)
Got him down bad, why you tryna see what's up with him? (Hah)
Walk around his crib in just my panties while you runnin' 'round in love with him (Ooh)
He told me to tap in ’fore he get to tweakin’ out (Crazy)
Mad I never fucked him, no, he can't come to the house (Nah)
Side hoes know to keep quiet, why the fuck you speakin’ out? (Shh)
You used to be my biggest fan, what's all this beef about? (What happened?)

[Chorus: Kaliii]
That n***a (That n***a?), that n***a (Really?)
That ain't your n***a (That ain't your n***a), bitch, that’s my n***a (Yeah, that's my shit)
I'm ridin' with him (I'm ridin', skrrt), I'm slidin' with him (I'm slidin', bitch)
And that's why every time you call him, you can't get him (Nah, you can't have him)
'Cause that's my n***a

[Post-Chorus: Kaliii & GloRilla]
Hey, Shelley, this Barbara
And, bitch, I'll beat your motherfuckin' ass, you call my motherfuckin' phone again, ho
No, bitch, you need to go beat that n***a motherfuckin' ass if he call my motherfuckin' phone again
That's what's wrong with you hoes now
[Verse 2: GloRilla]
See, you the type of bitch that he can count on if he go to jail (Stupid)
You can be that n***a peace, a bitch like me gon' give him hell (On God)
You tryna read that boy his rights, he buy me shit that I can't spell
You screamin' this your man, must be a secret, though, 'cause I can't tell (Hmm)
Let that n***a give me brain, then leave that dumb shit up to you (Dumbass)
You just gon' have to share him or just let him go, it's up to you
He can't possibly be in love with me (Fuck?), if he still in love with you
And stop tellin' folks it's up with me, 'cause I don't know what's up with you (Bitch)
All up in your n***a bed (Yup), watchin' all my favorite shows (Haha)
And I'm on your n***a bad, come get me up off him, ho
You bitches is not my friends, y'all n***as is not safe
And since pussies got nine lives, I gotta get this pussy ate (On God)

[Chorus: Kaliii]
That n***a (That n***a?), that n***a (Really?)
That ain't your n***a (That ain't your n***a), bitch, that's my n***a (Yeah, that's my shit)
I'm ridin' with him (I'm ridin', skrrt), I'm slidin' with him (I'm slidin', bitch)
And that's why every time you call him, you can't get him (Nah, you can't have him)
'Cause that's my n***a

[Post-Chorus: Kaliii & GloRilla]
Hey, Shelley, this Barbara
And, bitch, I'll beat your motherfuckin' ass, you call my motherfuckin' phone again, ho
No, bitch, you need to go beat that n***a motherfuckin' ass if he call my motherfuckin' phone again
That's what's wrong with you hoes now