| You see why I don’t give niggas my attention
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| Why am I even callin' this…
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| Now he gon' think that he got it
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| 'Cause I’m over here ringin' his line
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| What time is it? |
| Oh shit, it’s like 5 in the morning
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| I’m tryna hold on, but I can’t get a hold of you
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| What is it you’re waiting for?
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| For me to say that we are through?
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| So are you with me or is nothing feelin' me or frontin', yeah
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| When I waited on the text (It never comes)
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| And when I waited on your ring (It never rung)
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| I hope that you don’t think you’ll play me like I’m dumb
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| 'Cause I just bossed up, nigga, bossed up
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| Esa niña e' talentosa, get your coins up
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| Esa niña e' intelligente, tan hermosa
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| Ain’t no nigga can approach ya
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| Come here closer, let me hold ya
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| Let me tell you 'bout the baddest bitches that I know
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| Never do no crying over hoes, we get the dough
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| Counting paper, counting paper, watch it overflow
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| Throw it like a stripper
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| Let it flow on through the floor, then pick it up
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| It’s a stick up, stick up
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| Look at that fatty, getting thicker, bigger
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| Baby girl can’t get like me
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| Put the pussy in his face, drippin' on the white tee
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| See, I see past IG and them posts on my feed
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| And you know I can read between the lines
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| And know that you’ll be back with time, yeah
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| Let me tell you 'bout the baddest bitches that I know
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| Never do no crying over hoes, we get the dough
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| Counting paper, counting paper, watch it overflow
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| Throw it like a stripper
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| Let it flow on through the floor, then pick it up
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| It’s a stick up, stick up
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| Look at that fatty, getting thicker, bigger
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| I hope that you don’t think you’ll play me like I’m dumb
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| 'Cause I just bossed up, nigga, bossed up |