Lyricist : J. Brathwaite/A. Graham/C. Small

Composer : J. Brathwaite/A. Graham/C. Small

My name's Slizzy, but this b***h forgot

Run my city, they won't take my spot

**** run up, then he gon' get shot

I just ran a millie up, on God

Beat that pussy, she scream out, "No más"

Claim they real but that s**t a façade

Gave me chills when I found out you lied

The nerve of you, I thought you would ride, thought you would slide

My b***h says she need a Cash App, I'ma send that like hi

I don't even wonder why, know my b***h so fly

I know she the prize, light skin, 5'5"

Nice eyes, ass on my thighs

Your b***h is good, but she is not better than mine

My b***h not friendly, don't like none of my guys

**** run up, then he gon' get shot

I just ran a millie up, on God

On God, yeah

We out in Brooklyn, turnin' up another notch

I'm Slizzy Drizzy, baby, you know how I rock

I'm doin' toasts with mimosas at the spa

I'm a stunna, I'm with C, that's on God

Your man time's up, bae, he's on the clock

I wear my Rollie upside down in the spot

That way the sixes is always on top

She said her bestie wanna get on and swap

I said, "Well, this time, I might have to—"

I said, "Well, this time, I might be a thot"

I can't tell you I'll stop

She just did a bean out in Boston, oh my

A Tesla in Texas, self-drive

A thizz on a bridge, see the city lights

Her name on the guest list, so am I

Let's go inside, aye

Okay

I'm still in the club, lookin' for love, oh no, no, nah

Done what it is, not what it was, had to switch it up

Super turned up, off two-threes, off two-threes

Better turn up, better turn up

Whoa, okay, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Somebody who loves me in the buildin'

Somebody who feels me in the buildin'

We throw fifty thou' to the ceiling

Oh yeah

I know there's somebody who loves me

Somebody who really loves me (Who loves me)

And that's all I need

Yeah