text: Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
  Say you trust me but peep when youre fallin back
  Tell me not to call you then you call me right back
  Call me right back
  You tell me not to call you then you call me right back
  Say you trust me but peep when youre fallin back
  If we ever fell out of love we fall back
  Even though in this world I never saw that
  All the things I do for her
  All the things she do for trust
  Then again she do for us
  Started off with just some lust
  Then again it was a must
  Even though we fight and fuss
  Buy diamonds then we hug
  Face down thats how I fuck
  Like I aint new to this
  Been around the world
  All types, all types of girls
  I love you, drivin in that Porsche
  Like oh yeah
  Brittany like slow down
  When I hit it from the back
  Brittany like slow down
  She put on a show now
  Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
  Fuck her on the counter, yeah
  Ima give her diamonds, oh yeah
  Ima go Rambo, oh yeah
  Fuck her on camera, oh yeah
  Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
  Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
  Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
  Aye, stole my whole style then I switched it
  Told em slow down in the kitchen
  Cause he whip it like its Bisquick
  Like lookin at my Rollie get you right on my hit list
  The way your bitch lookin at me get her right on my hit list
  Yeah, you cant do nothin with me
  No, you cant do nothin with me
  Yeah, you cant do nothin with me
  Im just bein honest, aye
  Im just bein honest, aye
  Count that check, that comma, aye
  I might Saint Laurent it
  Balmain, Saint Laurent it
  Got your bitch all on me, aye
  I dont wanna harm her, aye
  Got my old bitch on me, aye
  Drive around I own it, aye
  Drive around, skrt, like I stole it, aye
  All my clothes designer, aye
  I dont ever fold em, aye
  I remember cold days
  Now my diamonds colder, aye
  Changed on ya, thats on my neck
  Hunch my back like Notre Dame
  Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
  Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
  Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom
  Dont get what she want she throw a tantrum
  Get her what she want cause my bands up
  You couldnt get her what she want cause you random
  You be hatin on the low, no you a fan, yeah
  Yeah, stack my money, got my bands up
  Yeah, saw a bad bitch in a tan truck
  Yeah, my boo pulled up in a Phantom