Hello, what's up, I'm in the studio. No, hell no, no, no I don't got nothing, I'm a call you back, I'm a call you back m**I'm a call you back when I leave the studio
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna f**k my mind but I don't have no time
She a scorpio
Oh, she like that devil though
Oh, but I can't let her go
She used to be my homie though
Now act like she don't know me though
And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her
I'm doing shows but I'm still calling and still texting her
She f**k with me cause I stay real, no I don't flex to her
In states with different h**s but she couldn't tell when I laid next to her
But minus that she f**k with Dex, he got that check put up
He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her
A lil down b**h, he think she a rider
But she think he a provider
He [?] the designer
Really only f**k with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup
Let her have the keys if you drive something
She don't let him f**k if he ain't buy her nothing
I'm MOB and I let God be my witness
Feds she told everything, don't let 'em know your business
These b**s
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna f**k my mind but I don't have no time
Say she ain't never going back to not having s**t
She say she ain't gave a n**a her heart who ain't damage it
She say she can't stand n**s, she say we so scandalous
She say she can't fall in love, her heart like a mannequin
This b**h just a sack chaser, she got me panicking
Might let a n**a air me out, money all she care about
She just want a new car, she want a new bag
She don't f**k with last season, she want that new swag
She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash
Dex put her on Balmain and even buy his ass a du-rag
When that paper dried, that's when she moved back
These b**s ain't s**t dog, I already knew that
She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank h**s
She just want control in your mind, in your soul
In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more h**s
That's a double wrong, what you focused on?
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna f**k my mind but I don't have no time
