Shawty say she don't know if she like me
Don't lay on my chest this a white-tee
Bitch don't call on my phone you ain't wifey
Trynna suck on this skin like it's lychee
Know she gone hate cuz I made it
We could go straight to the basics
Or we could flip through the pages
Know she gone hate it
When I go get medicated, so I'm gone smoke I'm faded, yeah
Do what I do, I know they hated before but how they gone hate on me now
The high in the room, I know they speakers is on so I know they hearing me now
The bigger they are, the bigger they fall
Givenchy my feet cuz I upgrade em all
And now they want call cuz they wanna ball
But they didn't want call when I was on the floor
Shawty say she don't know what she like
Bitch don't call on my phone if you white
I got too many goals in my life, so I don't need any hoes in my life, aye aye
Shawty say she don't know what she like
Bitch don't call on my phone if you white
I got too many goals in my life, so I don't need any hoes in my life, aye aye
Shawty say she don't know if she like me
Don't lay on my chest this a white-tee
Bitch don't call on my phone you ain't wifey
Trynna suck on this skin like it's lychee
Know she gone hate cuz I made it
We could go straight to the basics
Or we could flip through the pages
Know she gone hate it
When I go get medicated, so I'm gone smoke til I'm faded, yeah
How you broke tryna break hearts you ain't shit
Peep the fake-ness I don't say shit
You just got clout you ain't famous
You broke in real life, on the gram you just fake it
I need some pressure behind me
Pressure make diamonds and I need
I need some diamonds in my teeth
If I confide, will you still like me
Shawty say she don't know what she like
Bitch don't call on my phone if you white
I got too many goals in my life, so I don't need any hoes in my life, aye aye
Shawty say she don't know what she like
Bitch don't call on my phone if you white
I got too many goals in my life, so I don't need any hoes in my life, aye aye
Shawty say she don't know if she like me
Don't lay on my chest this a white-tee
Bitch don't call on my phone you ain't wifey
Trynna suck on this skin like it's lychee
Know she gone hate cuz I made it
We could go straight to the basics
Or we could flip through the pages
Know she gone hate it
When I go get medicated, so I'm gone smoke til I'm faded, yeah