Like That (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Ty Dolla $ign)

No, no, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no, no (RockBoyBeats) No, no, no, no (That nigga Ladd got the truth), yeah I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to) Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you) When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh) But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her Fuck a bag, bae, let's get a bag, bae We get money, we ain't trippin' on what the tag say Went got the Rolls truck, you got the matching Wraith You ain't wanna have the threesome, you want to play it safe Now you a big ol', big ol' freak, comin' out your body Long as I got you and you got me, we don't need nobody I ain't gon' lie like I'm just perfect, go buy you some purses Cover up the pain when I know you out here hurtin' I'm tryna fast forward you, passport you, make a couple memories Fuck you with no rubber, uh, make a couple mini-me's Turn your ex to a hater, make him envy me You know I'm locked in these streets 'til they sentence me (Yeah) I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to) Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you) When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh) But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her No, no, no, no I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no) No, no, no, no I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no) Fuck being mad, I'd rather blow a bag She said he cheated, broke her heart, she wanna pay him back But you gotta think beyond the surface, you gotta protect the brand Every queen got a purpose, you thinking like you worthless Fuck the purses and gifts Cars and the crib, without the deeds and slips Is it really yours? Is it really yours? I can hear it in your voice, that pussy moist I know you think that you don't got a choice If you want a real nigga the choice is yours The money yours, new Porsche Saint Laurent, Fendi, and Christian Dior (Yeah) I would take you to Chanel if you want me to (If you want me to) Put your foot over your head while I'm fuckin' you (While I'm fuckin' you) When you say you miss me, I can't tell if it's true So nowadays I just lie and say, "I miss you too" (Uh) But I only bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you You let me fuck you with your friend so I don't cheat on you You always put me in my bag, that's where I'm comfortable And then I get another bag for her I bought you Chanel 'cause I wanted you (I wanted you) I fucked you with your friend 'cause you told me we was cool like that (Yeah) Spent the bag, made you comfortable (Comfortable) Baby, I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (Oh, no) No, no, no, no I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no) No, no, no, no I could tell you don't fuck with real niggas like that (No, no, no, no)