[Verse 1]
She deserve Celine, Saint-Laurent
Hit Chanel, get the biggest bag she want
Richard Millie on the wrist (wrist)
Ice her out, have her looking like a lick (Like a lick)
Fly her out
Quick lil Turks and Caicos trip
Make going back to a n***a not make no sense
Fuck that broke boy, treat him like a throwaway
Have you on my side like my favorite glocky night and day
Ain’t too many real n***as left out here I know it, babe
Give this young rich n***a a chance to show your worth, baby

[Chorus]
I'ma make you hate you evеr fucked with the n***a
Finna make you hatе you ever fucked with the n***a
I’m gon make you hate you ever fucked with the n***a
Finna make you hate you ever fucked with the n***a
Foot on the gas, we goin’ (Woohoo)
No looking back
Foot on the gas we goin’ (Woohoo)

[Verse 2]
No looking back, gon witcho-
Baby you should let your coochie bloom
What’s the point of it if I’m not choosin’?
You could have the world at fingertips, so out of touch
He lays you down, but he doesn’t lift you up
You wanna link?
We can keep it off the cuff
Eliante for my diamond in the rough
Why you running from the truth babe
Don’t run, don’t run, don’t run from it
Don’t run
[Chorus]
I'ma make you hate you ever fucked with the n***a
I'ma make you hate you ever fucked on that n***a
Oh, yes I will
Oh, yes I will
(Oh, yes I will)
(Oh, yes I will)
(Oh, yes I will)
(Oh yes I will)