[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain't never been in love, baby
My last bitch turned me to a savage, why a nigga can’t trust, baby
And a nigga wanna know you for the real, ain't no need for no rush, baby
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah
And I'm sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby
'Cause the last time a nigga got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby
I remember them late nights, nigga had to call in my plug, baby
Then I made a promise, I can't never fall in love, baby, yeah
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Shawty go easy on me, a nigga ain't loved in a minute
You're fuckin' with a rich young nigga, I done fell in love with the digits
Pulled up in a two door coupe, got to keep the windows tinted
She be screamin', scratchin', moanin’, bitin’ on a nigga every time I'm in it, yeah
I wanna know the real meaning, yeah
Blow a thousand at Neiman’s, yeah
I just wanna show you that the money ain't shit, bought a couple Balmain jeans, yeah
Shawty wanna stick to a nigga like syrup, told her you can lean on me, yeah
I'm just askin' you never turn a nigga ’cause it's never what it seems, yeah
Gave shawty all I had, now she screamin' "Please don't leave"
Introduced her to designer, gave a bitch G's on G's
I was down bad, shawty slept on me
Then I bought a Benz coupe, fuck it, get the AMG
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
I ain't never been in love, baby
My last bitch turned me to a savage, why a nigga can’t trust, baby
And a nigga wanna know you for the real, ain't no need for no rush, baby
Lot of late nights in the hills, nobody just us baby, yeah
And I'm sippin’ this Activist, got this dirty muddy in my cup, baby
'Cause the last time a nigga got hurt, I had to lean on these drugs, baby
I remember them late nights, nigga had to call in my plug, baby
Then I made a promise, I can't never fall in love, baby, yeah
[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Shawty go easy on me, a nigga ain't loved in a minute
You're fuckin' with a rich young nigga, I done fell in love with the digits
Pulled up in a two door coupe, got to keep the windows tinted
She be screamin', scratchin', moanin’, bitin’ on a nigga every time I'm in it, yeah
I wanna know the real meaning, yeah
Blow a thousand at Neiman’s, yeah
I just wanna show you that the money ain't shit, bought a couple Balmain jeans, yeah
Shawty wanna stick to a nigga like syrup, told her you can lean on me, yeah
I'm just askin' you never turn a nigga ’cause it's never what it seems, yeah
Gave shawty all I had, now she screamin' "Please don't leave"
Introduced her to designer, gave a bitch G's on G's
I was down bad, shawty slept on me
Then I bought a Benz coupe, fuck it, get the AMG
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