1738
(Jay 13)
(Lazlo made this one)
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
We in this party she won't get up off me
She stuck to me just like a pole
(A pole)
I'm checking this bitch
I look in her eyes
She looking like she work for vogue
(For vogue)
Tell that nigga come do something bout it
(Come on)
Tell that ex nigga come do something bout it
Tell ya ex
Nigga, come do something bout it
She looking me up front page
She been looking for me for days
She been looking me up front page
She got my page
She see what I'm saying
She come over, start playing
Man I ain't think that was the plan
Hey, (huh)
Man I ain't think that was the plan
She hopped out and she got a man
Last night at the Airbnb she was begging niggas just to sing
2018 dropped my first hook
Now I can get a chain off of my streams
(Watch this)
Imma show you what I mean
Fetty Wap showed me how to sing
Staying down got me all this bling
You a thousand miles away from me
All this money can't fill this vacancy
I'm about to blow bitch wait & see
You started off as a fan
And then you let shit hit the fan
We started off as just friends
And then you let shit hit the fan
You started off as a fan
And then you let shit hit the fan
Told you I ain't want no relationship (Hell no)
Then you kept pushing making shit shift (Oh no)
I'm on, Im
On on on on on
On on on on on
On on on
I'm on
(Lazlo made this one)
Bum bum bum bum bum bum
We in this party she won't get up off me
She stuck to me just like a pole
(A pole)
I'm checking this bitch
I look in her eyes
She looking like she work for vogue
(For vogue)
Tell that nigga come do something bout it
(Come on)
Tell that ex nigga come do something bout it
Tell ya ex
Nigga, come do something bout it
She looking me up front page
She been looking for me for days
She been looking me up front page
She got my page
She see what I'm saying
She come over, start playing
Man I ain't think that was the plan
Hey, (huh)
Man I ain't think that was the plan
She hopped out and she got a man
Last night at the Airbnb she was begging niggas just to sing
2018 dropped my first hook
Now I can get a chain off of my streams
(Watch this)
Imma show you what I mean
Fetty Wap showed me how to sing
Staying down got me all this bling
You a thousand miles away from me
All this money can't fill this vacancy
I'm about to blow bitch wait & see
You started off as a fan
And then you let shit hit the fan
We started off as just friends
And then you let shit hit the fan
You started off as a fan
And then you let shit hit the fan
Told you I ain't want no relationship (Hell no)
Then you kept pushing making shit shift (Oh no)
I'm on, Im
On on on on on
On on on on on
On on on
I'm on
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Writer(s): Marquise Davis
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