No, I had to tell my girl, it's just like that Woah, I don't want you back, yeah I'm just counting racks, yeah The money won't bring her back, yeah And I just want her back, yeah Want her back I want her back, yeah Say you made the money back, flip, you're lying Skrrt, skrrt, beep the limo, now I'm driving I give her the D, yeah, she fight it She turn around, now she like it Woah, slide on it, ride on it Turn around, girl, bite on it Diamond chain, you can shine a light on it I hit your girl, yeah, it's tight, homie I'm so fly, you fly a kite on me Stand on my money, got some height on me, yeah No, that is not my homie, yeah I said, no, that is not my homie I was in Miami with my own homies Fucked on your girl when she got lonely, yeah Skrrt, skrrt Yeah, my car, it go skrrt, skrrt Might fuck around and buy a new one With two guns, yeah, wait Hold up, hold up Diamonds all on my teeth, it look sunny I'ma walk through the game till I run it, till I run it I just left out the bank with a hunnid, yeah I know she was with you some time ago She laughs at you, cause I'm Boy, you so broke, boy, you a joke, boy, you a ho She got with her boss, cause boy, you a ho Yeah, he ain't got no money I swear that that boy be doin' the most He said he gon' give me tons Tryna put on a show Talkin' that he gotta go 30k, that for the low Everybody be quiet, yeah Gotta keep the blinds closed Who that knockin' at my door? Runnin' out the back door Standin' around cause I easy Man, my life wasn't easy Remember girls didn't need me Now they beggin' just to meet me Bad girl from Waikiki Bitch, she wetter than a squeegee Long legs just like Diddy Long niggas just like Dexter But you know that I'm a flexer Yeah, you know I'm a finesser Young nigga gettin' money Girl, I love you after I was in Miami with my old homies Fucked on your girl when she got lonely