Miss Independent

(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Uh, pop me a Perc', gotta power up, uh, uh, yeah, power up)

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh, whoa, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh, whoa (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece

Seat back on the plane with the one champagne
Yeah, I had to book that flight
You wanna do private jets, never take what I say on board
You ain't doing it right (huh?)
I think I've been too polite, so, nowadays, I'm moving precise (trust)
'Cause if love is a losing game, then you know I ain't losing twice (never)

Trust, she wants to be my wife, my boo for life
I told her I'm too busy for the bad vibes
I'm only comin' around if the mood is right (trust)
Last time, she made me spend my savings
Who knows what I'm gonna do this time? (Huh?)
I'm in a booby trap, my guy needs a visa, he's tryna choose him a wife (ha!)
Leonardo DiCaprio, I brought sand to the beach, it's a movie tonight, sexy

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh, whoa, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh, whoa (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa)
You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece (brr-brr, sexy)

She's got expensive taste, went Dover Street 'cause the ends is bait
Van Cleefer, we're back to her place
Tryna beat them bail like a pending case
Looked at my phone, see bare missed calls
But I'm deep inside, so my friends can wait (ha!)
How's she got me ignoring the Gs?
Got a rudeboy taking walks on the beach
Supposed to be out there making Ps
I'm here holdin' hands like Torvill and Dean (a'ight)

Told my agent, "Talk is cheap"
But quarter mil' is my figure of speech (greaze)
New pussy good, new pussy good
But the home pussy make you feel jiggy and sweet
Can't lie, man, I gotta respect it still
She work hard, she got her own money, Miss Independent, pays the bills
Intelligence, sex appeal, I don't need a gun
'Cause she dressed to kill (bap-bap)
Can't wait 'til we get to chill, next birthday, I might spend a mil'
Shit got hard and she kept it real

I never used to believe in love
Then you showed me it's somethin' I'm meant to feel (trust)
When I could do no wrong in your eyes
And you could never put a foot wrong in them heels (my guy)
Said some unforgivable things, and I'm still waitin' for them scars to heal
If I could rewind time, I'd do it all again, no lie, you're my dog, for real (nice)

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (oh, whoa, oh, oh)
And who are you to me?
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh, whoa (oh, whoa)
(Your call has been forwarded to the automated voicemail)
You make that call, you make that call to me (you make that call)
I'm tryna call, but, boy, you don't be pickin' up
If it's not your cake, then I don't want a piece

Oh, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Skepta, R2r Moe, Jorja Smith, Powr Trav
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