[Intro]
(Hitmaka)
(That nigga Mak' got the juice, oh)
[Verse 1]
I had a shorty I hit up when I'm out in Cali
Fuck in the Hills, hidin' deep in the Valley
But I had to pick up a bag in Atlanta
But I keep it tight, boy, don't worry about it
Baby, be worried, he know I got options
Bet that he scared to slide when we out in the Chi
Always fuckin' on yachts, when we out in Miami
But I never post and he wonderin' why
[Chorus]
'Cause I can see the signs
I know these bitches want what I got
But he won't cross the line
They all be waitin' on the same spot
These hoes be knowin' what they doin'
Always on their bullshit
But I ain't 'bout to lose it
I can see the signs
I know these bitches want what I got
[Verse 2]
Deep in your feelings, I'm too independent
Don't get offended, that's just how I'm livin'
I'm quick to replace it, you speculatin'
No confirmations, 'cause I know how these women be waitin' (Ooh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm out in Vegas, I'm faded off 42 liquor
Got some bitches upset, hopin' and prayin' I slip up
But we ain't got nothin' to hide
They wanna know what it's like
I see it all in their eyes
(Hitmaka)
(That nigga Mak' got the juice, oh)
[Verse 1]
I had a shorty I hit up when I'm out in Cali
Fuck in the Hills, hidin' deep in the Valley
But I had to pick up a bag in Atlanta
But I keep it tight, boy, don't worry about it
Baby, be worried, he know I got options
Bet that he scared to slide when we out in the Chi
Always fuckin' on yachts, when we out in Miami
But I never post and he wonderin' why
[Chorus]
'Cause I can see the signs
I know these bitches want what I got
But he won't cross the line
They all be waitin' on the same spot
These hoes be knowin' what they doin'
Always on their bullshit
But I ain't 'bout to lose it
I can see the signs
I know these bitches want what I got
[Verse 2]
Deep in your feelings, I'm too independent
Don't get offended, that's just how I'm livin'
I'm quick to replace it, you speculatin'
No confirmations, 'cause I know how these women be waitin' (Ooh, oh, oh, oh)
I'm out in Vegas, I'm faded off 42 liquor
Got some bitches upset, hopin' and prayin' I slip up
But we ain't got nothin' to hide
They wanna know what it's like
I see it all in their eyes
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