OH!
Oh, hmmm
Yea yea yea
How you gonna say that I wanted you
Only wished the best cuz I'm going to
Don't know if you know but I am over you over you
You called me you told me I was tripping now
Only looking up cuz you won't hold me down
If only you could see me I am better now (Better now)
Used to hide all my feelings I roam around yours
I'm crumbling down I'm feeling insecure
I seen your intentions I knew they won't pure
My heart keep on breaking I cannot endure
I'm taking my world and I'm going on tour
I'm up with my team and you broke on the floor
I told you get out the door yea
Yea you give nigga pussy it prolly won't matter
If you give nigga head I will never forget it
I'm tryna wait till I got like 10 digits
I gave you my number you calling my riches
I gave you my number you calling my riches
Pull up to my crib it's a whole lotta bitches unh
They shaking that ass it's only for digits
Get to that bag it's getting spent with my twizzy
I'm not tryna be in my feelings
Stack my money way up to the ceiling
Shawty just tell me what you feeling
Roll a wood up and you know we sparking
Hop up in a Benz yea you know it's starting
I don't know why you playing yea why you stalling
Tryna get this band bitches keep on calling
Oh, hm they be like oh
Yea yea yea
How you gonna say that I wanted you
Only wished the best cuz I'm going to
Don't know if you know but I am over you over you
You called me you told me I was tripping now
Only looking up cuz you won't hold me down
If only you could see me I am better now (Better now)
Used to hide all my feelings I roam around yours
I'm crumbling down I'm feeling insecure
I seen your intentions I knew they won't pure
My heart keep on breaking I cannot endure
I'm taking my world and I'm going on tour
I'm up with my team and you broke on the floor
I told you get out the door yea
Yea you give nigga pussy it prolly won't matter
If you give nigga head I will never forget it
I'm tryna wait till I got like 10 digits
I gave you my number you calling my riches
I gave you my number you calling my riches
Pull up to my crib it's a whole lotta bitches unh
They shaking that ass it's only for digits
Get to that bag it's getting spent with my twizzy
I'm not tryna be in my feelings
Stack my money way up to the ceiling
Shawty just tell me what you feeling
Roll a wood up and you know we sparking
Hop up in a Benz yea you know it's starting
I don't know why you playing yea why you stalling
Tryna get this band bitches keep on calling
Oh, hm they be like oh
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Writer(s): Isaac Hilts
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