QUESTIONS Yung Pinch

[Intro]
Yeah, I got a question
Yeah
Nah, for real, though (Ooh-ooh)
Look (Ayy)

[Chorus]
I got a question
How many bottles in yo' section?
All these models, see the way that I'm finessin'
It's a blessing
They love the way that I be sexy
Go 'head, baby, shake that ass in my direction
Got a question
Where's all the women in yo' section?
Starin' at a table full of hoes, bro, you stressin'
My suggestion
Quit lyin' to impress 'em
Flexin' wit' your bros, bro, you dyin' for attention
Got a question

[Verse 1]
Did you think that that would work?
Spendin' all that money when you don't know how to flirt
Learn yo' lesson
They finna leave with me
As soon as they get drunk and they had all they need to drink
Told her that you love her, huh?
What did you think?
Thought you got her number, huh?
It doesn't ring
Really thought you was gon' fuck her, huh?
But you can't
She leavin' with her friends and they laughin' to the bank
'Bout to hit the afterparty, feelin' loosey off that drank
Come and put that booty on me, baby, you know what I think
That's how shit goes, you can't trust 'em
I ain't really trippin', I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
Take off those clothes, you don't need 'em
Lookin' better without 'em and baby, we goin' demon
She love it, I got her screamin'
I'm cuffin', it ain't the season
We fuckin' and then I'm leavin'
And for me, that's fine
She don't want no wine, she just want it from behind
Ain't worried what my interests are or who I'm seen with
She the type that I can go and run a scheme with
The type to bring her friends (Look) and tag the whole team in