No Boyfriends Allowed!
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, we gone go them rounds
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, yea we gone turn it out
(We gone turn it out)
I don't want your girlfriend, but I know she wanna fuck
No my name ain't cupid, I ain't for no cute shit
I been seen you on that pole, let me fuck on you bitch
All my dawgs is read to go
I just dropped one in it
Drugs in my sprite, got drugs on my mind
If you really want the static shit I really don't mind
Really don't need this shit, so this your last time
No boyfriends allowed, keep it secret, keep it silent, ooh
Strapped up like some dykes
After we was done said she don't fuck guys
My girls got girls too n really it's fine
You niggas wish you could ride my wave, ride my tide, ooh
Moly roll, molly roll
40's out, freaks out, slap it, domino
I don't need you, goodbye, adios
Ain't no henny in this cup, homie i'm poe'd
Woah, it's the first time she rolling
Pipe her in her whip n I drive it like I stole it
150 a strip, hurry come and get your dosage
On her way to my crib cause her boyfriends a bogus
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, we gone go them rounds
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, yea we gone turn it out
Damn, you just caught a play, what you gone do with it
All them 10's I'm abusing em
I'm in love with money, no refusing it
I been working like, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
They say why you always doing music, cause I really do this shit
I been living baby
And you cannot say that you made me, I know that you think that I'm crazy
But throw that shit back, baby throw that shit back
She say she want one 2, she only need half
Damn, baby do your math
Imma get it up, imma get my bag
And I see that he hating, I know that he mad
Imma do me, yeah, just like my dad
Fuck it, go get your bag
Speed it up, run it up, imma do the dash board
And she stay asking for it
Mr. 2 cups too much, what the fuck is screwed up
And I do way too much, but I cant get enough, and I'm all in
Let me show you whats up, drop this all in your soda
I don't want shots I been poe'd up
Mr. madifuckingwokeup, and mr. eyezlow, baby yeah you know us
Baby yea you, baby yea you know us
Baby and you, baby and you, baby and you
And your boyfriend hate you
Throw it up and get back down, we gone go them rounds
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, yea we gone turn it out
(We gone turn it out)
I don't want your girlfriend, but I know she wanna fuck
No my name ain't cupid, I ain't for no cute shit
I been seen you on that pole, let me fuck on you bitch
All my dawgs is read to go
I just dropped one in it
Drugs in my sprite, got drugs on my mind
If you really want the static shit I really don't mind
Really don't need this shit, so this your last time
No boyfriends allowed, keep it secret, keep it silent, ooh
Strapped up like some dykes
After we was done said she don't fuck guys
My girls got girls too n really it's fine
You niggas wish you could ride my wave, ride my tide, ooh
Moly roll, molly roll
40's out, freaks out, slap it, domino
I don't need you, goodbye, adios
Ain't no henny in this cup, homie i'm poe'd
Woah, it's the first time she rolling
Pipe her in her whip n I drive it like I stole it
150 a strip, hurry come and get your dosage
On her way to my crib cause her boyfriends a bogus
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, we gone go them rounds
Your house or my house, no boyfriends are allowed
Throw it up and get back down, yea we gone turn it out
Damn, you just caught a play, what you gone do with it
All them 10's I'm abusing em
I'm in love with money, no refusing it
I been working like, I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
They say why you always doing music, cause I really do this shit
I been living baby
And you cannot say that you made me, I know that you think that I'm crazy
But throw that shit back, baby throw that shit back
She say she want one 2, she only need half
Damn, baby do your math
Imma get it up, imma get my bag
And I see that he hating, I know that he mad
Imma do me, yeah, just like my dad
Fuck it, go get your bag
Speed it up, run it up, imma do the dash board
And she stay asking for it
Mr. 2 cups too much, what the fuck is screwed up
And I do way too much, but I cant get enough, and I'm all in
Let me show you whats up, drop this all in your soda
I don't want shots I been poe'd up
Mr. madifuckingwokeup, and mr. eyezlow, baby yeah you know us
Baby yea you, baby yea you know us
Baby and you, baby and you, baby and you
And your boyfriend hate you
Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Moreno
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