Commandments
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
No jeans in the club, that's a no, no
'Cause when the jeans rip, that'll be a show, show
Unless you out here tryna be a ho, ho
Then if that's the case, then let's go, ho
Peep this face, no, I never look so, so
That face be always on glow, glow
Even when you drop, drop it down low, low
You better (Put ya back in it)
Bruk yuh back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
Go seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, baby
Walk and drive these boys crazy
Walking like I'm Naomi
Got too much drip, I'm wavy
Don't need no one to save me
I'm my own sugar baby
I know you wanna taste me (Put ya back in it)
So break your back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
Go seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, baby
Walk and drive these boys crazy
Walking like I'm Naomi
Got too much drip, I'm wavy
Don't need no one to save me
I'm my own sugar baby
I know you wanna taste me (Put ya back in it)
So break your back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
No jeans in the club, that's a no, no
'Cause when the jeans rip, that'll be a show, show
Unless you out here tryna be a ho, ho
Then if that's the case, then let's go, ho
Peep this face, no, I never look so, so
That face be always on glow, glow
Even when you drop, drop it down low, low
You better (Put ya back in it)
Bruk yuh back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
Go seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, baby
Walk and drive these boys crazy
Walking like I'm Naomi
Got too much drip, I'm wavy
Don't need no one to save me
I'm my own sugar baby
I know you wanna taste me (Put ya back in it)
So break your back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
I left your mans on read last weekend
Should feel bad but I don't like to pretend
Me not cute, now that's a false statement
So for next time, here's the commandments
Here's the commandments
Go seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, baby
Walk and drive these boys crazy
Walking like I'm Naomi
Got too much drip, I'm wavy
Don't need no one to save me
I'm my own sugar baby
I know you wanna taste me (Put ya back in it)
So break your back and never break a sweat
Because tonight, there's nothing we regret
Just like the cash and everything you get
You know you gotta
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
(What you waiting for?)
(Put ya back in it)
Credits
Writer(s): Faridah Seriki, Bijan Amirkhani, Keanu Dean Torres, Michael Mule, Isaac Deboni, Harkness Ryan Taitt, Anastas Hackett
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