Lyrics
You been playing games
Want you on me need you active
Hit the backstroke, chiropractic on your ass, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I'm fucking with your friends
Like they way dress
I'm in your bed till 10 am
A pen a paper spill the thought of you beside
Legs wide
Said why, pull up on you 'case I need a bit of yeah,yeah (yeah yeah)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Undress your favorite saint laurents
(Skrt,Skrt)Skrt up all these whips
Baby flex all in the functions
Who that boy that's in your life
I cant deal with that fuck shit
Dropped out of school just to buy a droptop and a pool
(Skrt,Skrt)
Maybe one day we can jump in
Holup, let me call up my momma
Gave her commas
Ain't no drama in your life anymore
Wanna make bands, till my feet get sore
Running away same time for you baby
Woah, baby woah
Slippin off your vvs I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word, ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I say you can't compete with her
She said OK WORD!
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Shawty you look like a front cover of a magazine
Jade finna tell you what I mean
Lately hue, pallette green
Comma, Comma, in my jeans
Outcast 3k in my pocket like I'm Andre
And I'm solo with my thoughts in the studio
I'm lost, shawty call me in the booth
Tryna find your ass soon
Want you laying in my (room)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Undress your favourite Saint Laurents (Uh, uh)
Okay shawty
Know I'm the man, yea
You attending my events, yeah, yeah, aye
Saw the vision in the west, yeah, yeah
It's the ice on the bed, yeah, yeah
I don't care if I impress ya
Still cancel all these plans for ya
Waiting on your word
Okay, yeah, word
Slippin off your vvs I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word, ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I say you can't compete with her
She said OK WORD!
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Cop a coupe for my shawty, when I get the show money
Stupid motherfuckers tryna take my soul from me, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Motherfuckers in their suits, you can't tell me what to do
I'm not in it for the loot, one day I'm gonna go back home
Sick of putting all these rappers in their place, I know (Yeah)
