Too many bitches that say they know me You not the one you not my trophy You do not get it you think you own me (I don't want your) Stuck in ya city I'm by my lonely 2 and the 4 man I feel like Kobe If I'm a shoot I'm a shoot from 40 (I don't want your) Do you remember the time I was on your fingertips Do you remember the time (I don't want your) Do you remember the time I was on your fingertips Do you remember the time (I don't want your pain) Every new project I gotta story Buzz me in quick when you can't control me Telling your nigga that I'm the homie (I don't want your) Keep all talkin it won't console me Say in you love you gotta show me Way that we goin we goin so deep (I don't want your) (I like this part right here) A dash a Barcadi yea that's the regular That's the type of shit that got me chilling in the belly of Beastin bout my bodies still you hittin up my cellular Actin like you secular I gave you all ya needs The irony is I'm that one got you on ya knees Ok I know I'm wylin but just chill and let me preach All I'm tryna say is can we meet before we talk about it Acting so vindictive I think that she want me chalked about it Do you remember the time I was on your fingertips Do you remember the time (I don't want your) Do you remember the time I was on your fingertips Do you remember the time (I don't want your pain)