She playing my songs wit her hands up Saying its romantic What you gotta lie for now I dont wanna see you out there dancing Tryna find a man for the plan All for the clout When he hit your phone You dont answer Claiming he a cancer And you tryna cut him out I can tolerate all the scams Cuz you cheating on yo mans what im saying Is baby dont lie tew me Its fucked up Its not ramantic Seeing you out there Its not hot Baby not cool Tell me the truth just tell me what this is And ill tell you what its not Stop it my pockets is rotten Moths on the inside When i come around i shine in yo eyes Yeah its fine bitch I dont wanna slide He dont know when hell be gone again Its not fine Lets get wontons and Swanton bomb Right on top my bed set Funny all the time you can find If you catching feeling you should cut that She said cut it out of me No maam Playing all my songs with her hands up she panics He wont find out Why you always saying im romantic Knowing hes yo man im a fan Come and get it out of me Its romantic you aint gotta lie Why you gotta lie Why you gotta Why you gotta lie to me