Yeah, yeah, mm-mm-mm Oh, he want that mm-mm-mm Go, send your location, drop the pen I pull up, committing scene Catch you for it, hit the ground, baby Lick it off your chin Pulled up at 945, out of there by ten Mm-mm, can't post me on your feed Not even in your close friend Lil' bitch textin', beggin' me, hit her with that uh-uh Do it while I'm holdin' on my gun She like I'm real hood, as I should Can't trust no hoe, far as I can throw her Where you at? Chillin' with my bae, I see her callin', hit ignore her Mm-mm, this nigga lost his mind, talk about he mine I'm like, mm-mm, why the heat on me? My ex say I got that mm-mm-mm No, you cannot get a repost This a big body, snatch my shit back like a reaper I went brazy on TikTok, so I went brazy on my wristwatch He lyin' like I hit him with this mm-mm, I think not I got rich bitch energy, I fish till I out the plot You know I shit on bitches, I ain't never had to rewrite Oh, God, can I post you on my page? Mm-mm, spend the night at my place Mm-mm, call a broke nigga bae Mm-mm, he gon' do just what I say K2 Mini say they had me Mm-mm, I'm tryna see what's up with Cali Mm-mm, pussy good, but I'm a baddie Mm-mm, Jamaican nigga hit me in the morning like ackee If the dick wack, he goin' in the group chat Bitches say they big, no hits with a proof hat Deep throat, hands free and lit the bars carefully Next day, he blow me up like, why you bein' weird to me? Same week, bitches sneak dicks and used to cheer for me Ain't nothin' big about a hoe, but them veneers to me Fuck, all my exes wanna redo Picky with the kitty, less bodies than the Beatles He know that I'm solid, all these other bitches see through Love it when he sing to the box like, ooh-ooh Can I post you on my page? Mm-mm Spend the night at my place Mm-mm, call a broke nigga bae He gon' do just what I say Can I post you on my page? Mm-mm Spend the night at my place Mm-mm, call a broke nigga bae Mm-mm, he gon' do just what I say Don't you know I'm that bitch, nigga? You wanna hit, well, I need trips, nigga New crib, rich nigga, it ain't shit to him STK, Oceanair, I'm a big spender, big tipper Go-yard, chrome heart tank Chanel number 9s with the shoes to match Make the neighbors call Peter when he beat up the cat We gon' fuck in different angles, but my favorite, the back But bougie bitch still screamin', what a hood, niggas at it Yeah, Nike Tech fitted with the tech in his lap Left hand on the wheel, right hand on the cap Got a nigga out west, tell him, bring in the pack I need 200 for this occasion Fuck you callin' me your girl and we ain't datin' He been tryna fuck for months and still waitin' I told him just like it's money I can't save Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke nigga bae He gon' do just what I say Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke nigga bae He gon' do just what I say Mm-mm Mm-mm Mm-mm