act ii: date @ 8 (remix)

You want me to pull up? I'll come and slide by 8 pm And send a text to your DM Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails You runnin' out of shoes to wear So I bought you another pair Girl, I got you another dress So bring yo' ass up-down them stairs I buy you shit because you rare And, plus, because you know I care Bitch, you know you love it here That's why you keep on comin' near Your nigga can't compete, I swear (Nah, for real) He tried, but now he look too weak, baby I'll come and slide by 8 pm And send a text to your DM Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails You runnin' out of shoes to wear So I bought you another pair You runnin' out of shoes to wear So I bought you another pair I'll come and slide by 8 pm What did I do to deserve you? Don't even know what I did Been prayin' on it since a kid I guess it's just luck if you say so How you get all of that body and face, though? What kinda water they servin' in Clayco? This is me talkin', it's not the añejo Ready to pop out, but we gotta lay low I really gotta calm down 'Fore I end up in jeopardy just like the game show Broski my twin, that's my bestie He love me, said I got the blessin' I swear he's gassin' me up There's no way in hell I see you passin' me up Almost said I loved your ass right after we fucked Don't know why, girl, it was on the tip of my tongue Yeah, found someone I'm fallin' for You hit me back, we're talkin' more now The bodies that you caught before (They don't) Make me mad or insecure (I'm good) A thousand on your fuckin' hair Two hunnid on your fuckin' nails, for real This shit feel like a fairy tale (I swear) I'll make them open up Chanel, ch-ch I'm a stand-up guy like Dave Chappelle I was cursed, you 'bout to break the spell, for real Tell that nigga that you done with him Girl, who cares if he gon' take it well? You're done (Five hunnid for your fuckin' hair) (Two hunnid for your fuckin' nails)