The shoes match the pants.
The pants match the belt.
The belt match the shirt.
This shirt match her skirt and her skirt match the hat.
That hat makes it work.
Damn, I told you.
Damn, I told you.
Niggas really classy at the circus.
I can tell you never made no money because they're nervous.
Pull up on you and I might really close your curtains.
Hey, they trying to clap a plea.
I told them it ain't working.
Outro Music
Pour some juice up in my cup, I'm feeling sexy.
Shawty know I'm feeling good, I tell her, text me.
Thanking God for every minute that he blessed me.
I let it go, I let it go, I let it go, I let it go.
Shawty said she finna block me, be for real.
I be running in that mud like Navy Seals.
Christiana want me really in the feels.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Come on.
Come on.
Don't.
Go, go, let me go.
Let me go, go, let me go.
Run it back, run it back, make it back.
I said, uh-huh.
She didn't want to push it.
Don't make me tell her, uh-huh.
She didn't want to ride by my side, tell her, uh-huh.
She didn't want a piece of my mind, tell her, uh-huh.
I don't want to waste no more time, tell her, uh-huh.
She didn't want to be on my side, tell her, uh-huh.
Is it dumb?
Is it stupid?
When it come to dressing niggas know I'm under, yeah.
All my money talk, all your money hippie.
Yeah, I be off that train Niggas knowin' that I'm booty So I told her
The shoes match the pants.
The pants match the belt.
The belt match the shirt.
The shirt match the skirt.
And the skirt match the hat.
That hate makes you work.
Dermatologist, dermatologist, niggas really close, they at the circus.
I can tell you never made no money, cause you're nervous.
Pull up on ya and my really close-a-girl ass.
Bye.
Bye.
