Mmm mmhmm
Mmm mmhmm
Mmm mmhmm
Mmm mmhmm
Fuckin on top of the covers
Makin your climax double
I gotta slip on a rubber
Can't put no bun in your oven
Right now I can't be a husband
Right now we can't be a couple
Sorry for bustin' your bubble
Know I ain't nothin' but trouble
If she wanna chill it's nothin'
Know we could build somethin'
I Know ya feel somethin'
Bitch I'm a real substance
Give her that real substance
Give her that real substance
Ain't tryna fall in love
Right now my mission is different
Need 'em to mention me different
I know you fellin' the distance
The vibe it's hard to resist it
The tide ya can't go against
When I'm home you know what ya gettin'
When I'm gone you know what you missin
(Ya know what you missin')
Don't come with that headache I'm dubbin' that shit (mm mm mm)
When I'm in my bag you know how I get (mm mm mm)
My mind on investin' and doublin' shit (mm mm mm)
Got no time for that cryin' and fussin' and shit
Jump on this dick
Fuckin on top of the covers
Makin your climax double
I gotta slip on a rubber
Can't put no bun in your oven
Right now I can't be a husband
Right now we can't be a couple
Sorry for bustin' your bubble
Know I ain't nothin but trouble
If she wanna chill it's nothin
Know we could build somethin'
I know ya feel somethin'
Bitch I'm a real substance
Give her that real substance
Give her that real substance
The way we been fuckin' around (around)
I know it's drivin' you crazy (it's drivin' you crazy)
But you gotta give me some time (some time)
I can't lay up with you daily (lay up with you baby)
I need you to find a wave of your own
And go get the cash (go get the money)
That make you sexy
Make me wan' grab on that ass (smack on the ass)
I like a boss bitch
One that can go get her own (mmm)
She makin plays off her phone (mmm)
Talk shit when ya come on strong (mmhmm)
That's how I know that ya grown (yeah)
Good credit she gone pay back the loan (yeah)
Got her eyes on a Maybach with chrome (yeah)
Freak shit she be settin' that tone (mmhmm)
Lil bitch come sit on this throne
Fuckin on top of the covers
Makin your climax double
I gotta slip on a rubber
Can't put no bun in your oven
Right now I can't be a husband
Right now we can't be a couple
Sorry for bustin' your bubble
Know I ain't nothin' but trouble
If she wanna chill it's nothin'
Know we could build somethin'
I know ya feel somethin'
Bitch I'm a real substance
Give her that real substance
Give her that real substance
Woooo ooo oo
Woooo ooo oo