Bongo by the way
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
Oh, my
You dont trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation, Im that nigga though
She tryna play hard to get, but Ima get it though
She say she aint that type of girl, she sendin pictures though
She get naked on the Snap cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a sec and I say, Bring it here
See the way that Ima fuck you, you aint ever did
Ima fuck you everywhere and baby I aint ever scared
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
Im hopin you there cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they dont fuck with me like that
So in return, I dont fuck with em right back
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
But Im only fuckin you, what you goin through?
Now you mad, textin in all caps
Like I just didnt put my kids on your back
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh, I
You dont trust no one else
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Im so gone off your love, Im so gone
Im so gone, Im so gone, Im so gone 
Im so gone off your love and you know
Im so gone, Im so gone, Im so gone 
I got drunk off your love and throwed up 
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fuck 
I wanna see your boobs, throwin you some Jerry beads
Black diamonds in your chain, you a Merry kid
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin
Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Workin, 800 in a bag, you aint worth it
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin? 
No climax from your man? He aint worth it
Hundred racks on purses, shes mine
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh, my
You dont want no one else
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hell yes
Her body talkin to a nigga, say less
Im fuckin up her weave, need a hair net
Ima put your body on bed rest
Late nights, took her out to Maestros
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know how to love it when I ask though
Make a nigga feel good that its the last stroke
Oh, my
You keep that to yourself
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh, my
You dont want no one else
The way you do it, baby
Its drivin me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah