She got her hands out, but that don't mean shit
I'm throwing bands down, all on the bitch
I got it sold out, swear we never miss
She saw me hop out of the whip down to hit
So focused on material
All she wanna do is get me alone
The drinks don't stop, what a miracle
I can't tell what's going right or wrong
You got 'bout one, two, three seconds 'fore I tell your ass to leave
And you got 'bout one, two, three minutes 'fore you don't mean shit to me
Go ahead and show, oh, oh, oh
Show me why should I keep you around?
You got 'bout one, two, three seconds 'fore I tell your ass to leave
Don't make a whole scene, 'causе that makes it worse
You know what I need, I'm gon' need a hearse
Double no Siamese, this bread like a curse
They saw me pull up, know that shit had to hurt
So, now I'm done with the chasing
Tell me does it make sense?
Drop me a lil' ten piece and get it back, that's so amazing
This lil' bitch so basic
She don't wanna face it
Act like they don't see the vision, bitch you need some Lasik
So focused on material
All she wanna do is get me alone
The drinks don't stop, what a miracle
I can't tell what's going right or wrong
You got 'bout one, two, three seconds 'fore I tell your ass to leave
And you got 'bout one, two, three minutes 'fore you don't mean shit to me
Go ahead and show, oh, oh, oh
Show me why should I keep you around?
You got 'bout one, two, three seconds 'fore I tell your ass to leave
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Writer(s): Brady Ponder
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