DLo on the beatYeah, got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?I rock my jewelry when I sleep ’cause I got trustin’ issuesAnd I had fu**ed you in my dreams right before I met youI saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with youAnd I left cum stains on your jeans, yeahMemories of me, ah-ahYou say you wanna leave, ah-ahJust don’t take anythingAnd you got hearts in your eyesBut I can tell that you’ve been with a lot of other guysLook me in my face and you tell lies, you tell me liesni**as wanna take my chain but they not tryna dieni**as I be with, they will leave you hospitalizedI don’t go nowhere without my glove and my nineI don’t do no Percocets no more, I’m traumatizedI know my baby worried, I be clubbin’ all the timeBut you ain’t even gotta worry, girl, ’cause you mineYou say I be in my bag, I ain’t even in my primeRapping with melody, just like na, na-na-naNew Fashion Nova jeans got your thighs looking wideYou know what you doing, baby, you’re perfectly fineWon’t let nobody tell you that you thirsty, you’re notEven though them bitches used to curve me a lotEven though them bitches used to curve, I spin the block (Yeah)Got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?I rock my jewelry when I sleep ’cause I got trustin’ issuesI had fu**ed you in my dreams right before I met youI saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with youYou got a cum stain on your jeans, ah-ah
With a memory of me, ah-ahYou say you wanna leave, ah-ahJust don’t take anythingI won’t leave you alone, on God, yeah, I promise, yeahI’ma be down to the end, I’m being honest, yeahUsed to have Vans on my feet, now its Pradas, yeahUse to shop at Target, now I’m racking up at Barneys, yeahYou can’t bring sand to the beach, I brought a Barbie, yeahI can put strings on a beat, I’m a guitarist, yeahAdderall, Xans and the beans, you was on it, yeahMy ni**as in the feds don’t believe they belong in thereDon’t you make a scene, its always something with youI got my ratchet when I sleep ’cause I ain’t fu**ing with youI couldn’t count all the receipts I got from fu**ing with youAnd every time you look at me, I gotta tell you the truthBut if you wanna goI know you don’t wanna goI know you think I’m a hoYeah, you know everything I doBut I don’t want to be aloneI don’t really think you knowI hope, I just hope you knowThat I don’t want to leave you ‘lone (I won’t)Got you a bag, a new Celine, is that okay with you?I rock my jewelry when I sleep ’cause I got trustin’ issuesAnd I had fu**ed you in my dreams right before I met youI saw a cum stain on my sleeve, I left that hoodie with youYou got a cum stain on your jeans, ah-ahWith a memory of me, ah-ahYou say you wanna leave, ah-ahJust don’t take anything