Verse 1
Bitches dont love theyselves
Thats why they stuck chasin niggas who won't ever love em back
Why you unpackin all your shit up in these tweets, can't relax
Savin money while you wastin the only thing you cannot make back
Last night you were sayin all the things you might wanna take back
All y'all need a nigga with a Benz
Wish your nigga get a couple tips from the Gram
We can't facetime till I tell you in advance
You butterthick still be tryna lose a couple grams
You believe that love is all a scam
Couple real niggas in your line can't get a chance
You don't trust nobody but your friends
All y'all ever do is hit the club, take shots and smoke dank
You be findin faults in me, like I don't overlook yours
I gotta give you dick and take your rants
Those the only things I'm good for
Tell me what you need, tell me what you need
Tell me what you really look for
Tell me where we meet tell, me what you in the mood for
Hook
Tell me when you down to move forward
I know you want my heart but you gotta make a move for it
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Make a move
Outro
Won't you cut the shit won't you lemme know baby
Gotta lot to fix won't you let me go baby
Won't you cut the shit, won't you lemme know baby