The Ways (feat. Sir)

Wait, I understand the love, but I just wanted some friction. Like, I didn't want

the... And the fingers don't count
Bitch, I know about you
Hanging with LaQuita brought the hoe up out you
And now you acting like you don't know about it
Look I ain't really tripping, want some more about you
Now wait a minute
Bitch, I know about you
Why you tell our business they don't know about it
That's the wrong way to try to go about it

They go take your ass out with no deposit

Now pay attention
And that's the way

Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone, that's the way

Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho

When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
It don't matter where we go

Fo sho
I know you heard about me
Walk mellow talk mellow, plus I'm quiet as fuck
My exterior composed, but inside I'm a nut
And after drinks and a blunt, I'm redesigning your strut

Got you rewinding and take, wiling and smiling and such
Keep your vagina in touch, dialing my line in a cut
This hydrophonic and got you hot with the bottles and bubs
On top of that, this dick and dollars done got you in love

Now wait a minute
Bitch, I know about you
Hanging with LaQuita brought the hoe up out you
And now you acting like you don't know about it

Look I ain't really tripping, want some more about you
Now wait a minute
Bitch, I know about you
Why you tell our business they don't know about it
That's the wrong way to try to go about it

They go take your ass out with no deposit

Now pay attention
And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone that's the way

Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho

She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho

I'm Faceboookin'
I'm Trap-chattin'
I got the gram Snap-shotty
I got the bars, a couple bands
Gotta jook. That be religion
It got us prayin' for a plug
Oh you ain't know?
Girl I'm the man
Clap-clappin' at you haters while she clap her cheeks
She want my attention
It's all part of her strategy
This game is set for checkmate
Pieces across the board
Don't matter what be your feature
We all lookin' for more
Gotta score
Pay attention
Bitch I know aboutcha
Hangin' with LaQuita brought the hoe up outcha
And now you actin' like you ain't know about it
Look I ain't really trippin' want some more up outcha
Now wait a minute
Bitch I know aboutcha
Why you tell our business they don't know about it
That's the wrong way to try to go about it
They gon' check your ass out with no deposit
Now pay attention
And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone that's the way
Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho
Big money, all hunnids
How you want it, we can run it
Ten boppers, they swing
Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang
Big money, all hunnids
How you want it, we can run it
Ten boppers, they swing
Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang
And that's the way
Pussy on my hotline, that's the way
Plans on my trap phone that's the way
Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way
She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho
When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho
She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho
Don't matter where we go
Fo sho



Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Mckinzie, Jason Kevin Pounds, Darryl Andrew Farris
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