Bf2
You know two can play that game
What's in the dark will eventually come to light
If you seek then you will find
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah! I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you (hello, uh)
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Boyfriend number two, got the 6-5-0
I show you how to blow a coupe
That's 160 on the dash board
I clap these punk hoes like blackboards
Got her playing in the kitty kat
All about the money, where the kitty at?
My shades on I can't see a thing
Got yo' bitch in the cross face chicken wing
Lay my game down flat
I been gone for a minute, the return of the Mack
I snap my fingers twice, bitch be gone
Throw some mustard on that thing, no Dijon
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know, I don't know
If ain't about the money then I don't go
Private island turn her phone off, we 'bout to roll up
She going circles like a donut, don't walk up on us
Chanel size six sneakers, they got the double C's
Pulling on her Brazillian, she need another weave
Get her up in my condo and she don't wanna leave
She hearing rumors, East worth a couple hundred G's
Me and Chinx call Bynoe and we bring that brinks truck
We in the club popping bottles, we fucked the mink up
I'm in the Dom Pérignon, Kenny just rolled the stink up
I'm Cuban linked up, I booked this Telly we can link up
I know your boyfriend loving you baby, that ain't my issue
I never kissed you, steady texting me boy, I miss you
You artificial and your boy ain't got a clue
She stick on me like glue, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah! I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
What's in the dark will eventually come to light
If you seek then you will find
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah! I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you (hello, uh)
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Boyfriend number two, got the 6-5-0
I show you how to blow a coupe
That's 160 on the dash board
I clap these punk hoes like blackboards
Got her playing in the kitty kat
All about the money, where the kitty at?
My shades on I can't see a thing
Got yo' bitch in the cross face chicken wing
Lay my game down flat
I been gone for a minute, the return of the Mack
I snap my fingers twice, bitch be gone
Throw some mustard on that thing, no Dijon
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know, I don't know
If ain't about the money then I don't go
Private island turn her phone off, we 'bout to roll up
She going circles like a donut, don't walk up on us
Chanel size six sneakers, they got the double C's
Pulling on her Brazillian, she need another weave
Get her up in my condo and she don't wanna leave
She hearing rumors, East worth a couple hundred G's
Me and Chinx call Bynoe and we bring that brinks truck
We in the club popping bottles, we fucked the mink up
I'm in the Dom Pérignon, Kenny just rolled the stink up
I'm Cuban linked up, I booked this Telly we can link up
I know your boyfriend loving you baby, that ain't my issue
I never kissed you, steady texting me boy, I miss you
You artificial and your boy ain't got a clue
She stick on me like glue, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I don't know, but I'm her boyfriend too
Yeah! I'm her boyfriend too
I don't know what she told you, nah
Nigga, I don't know
I don't know what she told you
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Nigga, I'm her boyfriend too
Credits
Writer(s): Darryl Bynoe, Lionel Pickens, David Brewster Jr., Ben Joyce
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