[Intro: Mary J. Blige & B Lovee]
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah, grrah
[Chorus: B Lovee]
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
[Post-Chorus: B Lovee]
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money (Huh)
She like stars and double Rs, I like them hotties (Huh)
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Behind Maybach curtains I be steady sippin' syrup
Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance
Look
Ooh, ooh
(And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube)
Grrah, grrah
[Chorus: B Lovee]
She actin' naughty, she want me to spank it (Uh-huh)
Bad lil' bitch, not basic
Give you my time, you better not waste it (Grrah-grrah)
We catch a opp, no waitin', like (Like what?)
We just gon' up in broad day, shit (Uh-huh)
Feelin' like Wick 'cause the way that I aim it, like
Ain't no where you can go when them bullets start rainin'
[Post-Chorus: B Lovee]
No I ain't mad, that ain't my hoe, like (That ain't my hoe)
He think he it, but he not though (He not though)
She let me hit in a Tahoe (She let me hit in a Tahoe)
Made eighty packs off a iPhone (Uh-huh)
Fuckin' her good, so she keep callin' my phone (Uh-huh)
Hit that girl, left stuck in a knot though
I know she gon' leave if I ever go pop though
[Verse 1: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
It's okay, just call me when you runnin' out of money (Huh)
She like stars and double Rs, I like them hotties (Huh)
All my friends call me Boogie so she call me Artist, huh
But fuck all that lovey-dovey, all that shit you learned from me
Don't you say it unless you're certain
Behind Maybach curtains I be steady sippin' syrup
Hoodie on, ring turn purple, different angles like I'm Kurt
Hit the right positions, now she fuckin' up her words
At the end of the night go missin', now that's love from a distance
Look
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