[Verse 1: Tink] Where the fuck you been at? You ain’t came to the crib in a minute Sitting on the block while I’m looking at the clock You ain’t thought about me You done got so tied up with this street shit You can’t even make time for a real bitch The one that hold your weight when you’re working outta state How you gonna play me?
[Verse 2: Lil Herb] Look And I ain’t even been up on the block I’m tryna make it happen, girl, look at all my knots And all the loud talking need to stop You know you gonna be with me at the top When them other bitches not I gotta get this cake so I moved state to state I ain’t called, baby, ain’t wanna rub it in your face Tell five minute background stay up in his place Just wait till I slide, he can say it to my face
[Verse 3: Tink] Ain’t nobody in the background Why you gotta be so petty Heard you fucking on a bitch named Cheley Heard you was all in her spot, giving her what I got Man, I don’t even think that you hear me When you was in the jail, I was writing them letters Couldn’t make bail, I was stackin that cheddar But you don’t even care, all you wanna do is play All you really care about is what the guys gonna say
[Verse 4: Lil' Herb] Why you gotta give em something to talk about Everybody got opinions but it don’t mean shit to me I set my own lane, can’t no nigga get to me If I fuck myself up, it just wasn't meant to be And yeah yeah, you'll hold a nigga down But really that’s the reason why I need you around We gonna argue and fight when a nigga leave town But every time I come home you know imma lay it down
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[Verse 5: Lil Herb] Girl, I don’t know what you talking about Calm down, why you talking loud I put it all on the line when you’re not around And you complaining about hoes in another town But you forgot all the Gucci, the Prada, Chanel The days Dolce and Gabbana, riding around foreign cars, Benihanas Them hoes in the street still can’t get a dollar What’s the problem
[Verse 6: Tink] Man, fuck that Gucci, just look how you do me You think that designer make up for this shit I buy my own Prada, man, that’s not the problem The problem is you too caught up with that bitch I need you to come home and give me that D I need you to not leave the crib when I’m asleep I need you to act like a man and stay true to the plan If you ready, I’m ready, come on
[Verse 7: Lil Herb] Look, all this yelling and saying who wrong Gone keep going on and on So turn off your phone and repeat your favorite song Just lay back and play along cause I’m tired of talking You the only damn thing besides my money on my mind this often So I’ma take my time and give you everything that I got on my mind Till my mind exhausted
[Bridge: Tink] Baby lemme lay you down in this bed I’m sorry for the little things that I said And just like that we be back where we started Fuck the bullshit, matter fact disregard it Cause I got your mine and I swear that we fine Till I look through your phone, who this bitch on your line
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