Yah

[Verse 1]
We got lit out from the drugs, think I need a little more, yah
And I need a bad bitch to get me talk to, I'm bored, yah
All these mans tryna' talk, but they comin' up short, yah
And I feel you ain't talkin' money, when you hit me, I ignore, yah
Tryna' flex up on my dollars with some shit they can't afford, yah
Tryna' pull up in a Benz, watch your whip Honda Accord, yah
You tryna' sleep, but you can't, that's why I care, I'll let you snore, yah
And please don't ever say we used to hang out before, yah

[Hook]
Yah yah
Yah yah
Yah yah
Yah yah

[Verse 2]
And that's why I don't really fuck with fake whores
Quit your talkin', I told you that I don't play, hoe
I don't give a fuck about what you're tryna' say, hoe
(Don't blame me, that's what you came for, I don't like you, bitch, you're lame bitch, you're lame, girl)