Plans

Said you ghost 4 mans
Well baby I got no plans
Runnin for the things you got left
Yea you know you playin' not fair
Hands on the wheel rubbin' your hair
I love the way you doin with yo both hands
I'm like yeah I'm doin on the math Einstein
How you tellin me there's a fine line

I can't lie I'm tryna be the one that hurt you
Roll up on me you don't need no pressure
Focus, im hopeless romantic
Im so obsessed on yo bad shit whoa

Fuck me so you don't need to check on me no more
Yea you gotta trust me fosho'
I be feelin high need a lot more
Grippin tight on yo body like I need a hold
The way you tweakin now u callin me cold
But shawty I got a few options
Imma pull up on you when you treatin me right
For the money imma savage
I'll be sippin on a daytime habit
When you all up on me Mister fantastic
Only see the good in you, wonder why I have it
Callin you an Uber when you tryna hang yo phone
My true intentions never been the same-o same

I can't lie I'm tryna be the one that hurt you
Roll up on me you don't need no pressure
Focus, im hopeless romantic
Im so obsessed on yo bad shit whoa



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Writer(s): Jibriel Satriani
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