If I

[Intro]
Flaw shit
What do you desire?
(Bitch!)

[Chorus]
I made my bed and I layed in it
I want her, I can't wait for it
Said I'm a dog, but I made her sit
My new bae, she workin' late for it
In the pussy, I was made for it
When I eat her out, yeah, I catered it
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a-

[Verse]
New bitch, pescetarian
For the pussy, yеah, I would make a dish
I came in, she know who it is
Thought that shе was yours, but you're loosing it
Anytime we can link, I'm cool wit' it
Uzi should have came with a cooling kit
New foreign whip with a scooping kit
It was crazy how she was moving it
Man took a body, we really doing it
Just caught a body, R.I.P. to my bitch
Hit the show wit' the lobby, yeah, we was cool wit' it
Caught up wit' the money, I'm gettin' used to it
It's crazy how she only come around everytime the blues are in
Ride around and maneuver
Only need her for the pussy, I was usin' it
Fuck around, kids on her make-up
If I'm done with you, no, we can't make up
If I'm done wit' the bitch finna say sum'
Double back on the pussy like a rerun
Fuck around, kids on her make-up
If I'm done with you, no, we can't make up
If I'm-
If I'm-

[Chorus]
I made my bed and I layed in it
I want her, I can't wait for it
Said I'm a dog, but I made her sit
My new bae, she workin' late for it
In the pussy, I was made for it
When I eat her out, yeah, I catered it
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch
Play wit' the money, I can make a-

[Verse 2]
Aye, If I'm bein', uh-
Uh, if I'm bein' honest, yeah
Shorty ain't fuck with me until I went and iced out her hand
She tought that I love her till I said "we better off as friends"
She fell in love with how I come in, yeah, she see me rakin' up all the bands
She only eat the lettuce, I can treat her better, it ain't nothin' to a player
She gettin' jealous, put me on her hitter wit' my song on, she gon' play it
I had [?], put it in a letter, almost cried to it when I made it
The truth hurts and I know it, yuh, had to roll one just to face it