[Intro - Quavo:] I can’t love her, ‘cause she like a ghost That bitch that do the most She like ... ghost I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most Oh!
[Hook - Quavo:] I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach
[Verse 1 - Quavo:] I got so many decisions, ravens fly with the pigeons I beat the pot, while you be the witness, try me – we don’t aim at kidneys I throw back a perc’ to call my tensions; we pipe it up in the city I got your hoe in my DM’s; I got your hoe at my mentions The plug, he live in my mansion He got bitches in the kitchen dancing Then they gone for a month Then go to trapping all the way in Kansas Nigga never rode a transit Hit the pot, like a canvas Feeling like Jamie Foxx, ‘cause I’m in love with a bitch named Fancy This game is dirty like a fucking Banshee When I started getting money, now you can’t stand me I almost lost my life, one night in Miami I go back to Miami, drinking out the hammock
[Hook - Quavo:] I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach
[Verse 2 - Takeoff:] I cannot love her, that bitch do the most Want to slam my door, what you mad at me for? Mad ‘cause I didn’t let you come to my show But you calling my phone, standing at my front door Is you mad ‘cause I didn’t take you serious, hoe? Comedian bitch, you delirious, hoe Kill yourself, jump off the building I walk in the kitchen, grab the knife, and go slit your throat I don’t do favors; you know that’s a no Fucked them up on the dab, going up on the show Kicking a door, when the bando get slow F-f-f-fuck up the pot, they want more These bitches fucking for (zero) These bitches give it up I guess you want lust for the trust I’m like a squirrel; I just want me a nut Take the pot and I give it an uppercut Most of these niggas be dick riding nowadays Tell these niggas to wrap it up Like an octopus, I’m getting money in eight ways Young Takeoff, my stack is up Since I remember, two years ago made ‘em say bando Now they say pipe it up Remember they talked down and doubted us Now when I walk the Earth, I make the street erupt
[Hook - Quavo:] I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coach
[Verse 3 - Offset:] I can’t be loving this hoe This bitch like the green light; this bitch like to go I gave her the Beamer; I gave her the Rolls But this little bitch still gon’ creep on her toes I see the moves, so I watch how I move She fucking niggas; she tryna’ to be cool She broke as a bitch; she got nothing to lose Giving it up just to put on some Loub’s How can I lie, bet that thing like a pool All of these bitches be loving the crew Ain’t no one on one we fuck by the two YRN fashion, I’m dabbing on you You mad at me now, so I’m laughing at you You something to do; you get hit in a room Mama told me not to jump over broom They hungry for money, they tryna’ get grooms I like this bitch; she got an attitude I think that I like the bitch, but I can’t wife the bitch I’m in a Lambo, look what racks do Whipping up crack; I can make a deuce Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two Bringing it back, make a brick turn to two!
[Hook - Quavo:] I can’t love her, ‘cause she do the most, (lil bitty bitch) yeah she do the most I gave her all I had, and now she ghost, (lil bitty bitch) now she ghost Independent, we been jumped up out the porch, (lil bitty bitch) jumped up out the porch We fly business; you mad ‘cause you flying coach, (lil bitty bitch) yeah you flying coachTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
