Maybe
Maybe, Maybe, it's love this time
Hey, I did this for the fellas
Hey, respect the bro code
You know I had to do it
No love, it's ever quite the same until it's over
Hit like a drum
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't want to be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up
Maybe she value herself too much
Maybe she realized that I'm the prize, or or maybe not
Cause Shorty, I can't fuck with you
That entitlement shit, I can't be stuck with you
Fuck your DM and your secrets, you can keep that
You just a fuck
You couldn't even peep that
Them bitches in my business
Them bitches don't know shit
Stalking on my IG, bitches need to quit
I give they ass what they wanna
See, not run tell that Martin Lawrence flow
You so crazy, so crazy and derange
She lost a good one, they shoot, their shot
They at the range like, damn, girl, you had
It all, how you fuck it up, goofball?
Jamal, now you gotta be humble
Swiping through Tinder and bumble
She for the streets, man
She out here in the jungle, crazy as
Hell, riding that cock carousel and all them
Single bitches, sending her off crazy as well
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't wanna be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up
Maybe she value herself too much
Maybe she realized that I'm the prize, or maybe not
Cause shorty, I can't fuck with you
That entitlement shit, I can't be
Stuck with you better by yourself
A dog or a cat, cuz the lack
Of accountability, we ain't fucking with that
And just so you know, shit, we out here on our purpose
Niggas like me say the drama ain't worth it
We keep the peace, don't care who the ex fucking
We keep the peace, don't care who the ex fucking
We about that count, we increase that
Bag amount, and y'all bout that count
But y'all increase your body count
And we not even shorty
So play your role, get on the
Man program or hit the fucking road
Get better, not bitter, put in that fucking
Work and don't you be no fucking quitter
Don't give up unless you a fucking hoe
You a hoe or you a fucking gold digger
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't want to be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up maybe she
Value herself too much maybe she realized that I'm
The prize
Hey, I did this for the fellas
Hey, respect the bro code
You know I had to do it
No love, it's ever quite the same until it's over
Hit like a drum
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't want to be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up
Maybe she value herself too much
Maybe she realized that I'm the prize, or or maybe not
Cause Shorty, I can't fuck with you
That entitlement shit, I can't be stuck with you
Fuck your DM and your secrets, you can keep that
You just a fuck
You couldn't even peep that
Them bitches in my business
Them bitches don't know shit
Stalking on my IG, bitches need to quit
I give they ass what they wanna
See, not run tell that Martin Lawrence flow
You so crazy, so crazy and derange
She lost a good one, they shoot, their shot
They at the range like, damn, girl, you had
It all, how you fuck it up, goofball?
Jamal, now you gotta be humble
Swiping through Tinder and bumble
She for the streets, man
She out here in the jungle, crazy as
Hell, riding that cock carousel and all them
Single bitches, sending her off crazy as well
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't wanna be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up
Maybe she value herself too much
Maybe she realized that I'm the prize, or maybe not
Cause shorty, I can't fuck with you
That entitlement shit, I can't be
Stuck with you better by yourself
A dog or a cat, cuz the lack
Of accountability, we ain't fucking with that
And just so you know, shit, we out here on our purpose
Niggas like me say the drama ain't worth it
We keep the peace, don't care who the ex fucking
We keep the peace, don't care who the ex fucking
We about that count, we increase that
Bag amount, and y'all bout that count
But y'all increase your body count
And we not even shorty
So play your role, get on the
Man program or hit the fucking road
Get better, not bitter, put in that fucking
Work and don't you be no fucking quitter
Don't give up unless you a fucking hoe
You a hoe or you a fucking gold digger
Maybe she just want me for my money
Maybe she don't want to be lonely
Maybe she thought that she could do better
Maybe she realized that she fucked up maybe she
Value herself too much maybe she realized that I'm
The prize
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Sanders, Jerome Jefferson
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