Tekst Utworu

I do not mind a man, staring at time again Look at my eyes, shit, I'm surprised Damn, call me fine again I'm acting shy again, he got a bag to spend Fuck being broke, cry in a Rolls, cry in a coupe I don't date simple, I date for the ring Most of these niggas ain't fit for a king Baby, I'm Google, that bitch is a bing Talk to me nice, 'cause my money is mean He put my face on his sweater These bitches come with vendettas She'll blow your mind if you let her Beauty is Fenty under his umbrella, uh I'm in my fantasy, you got a hand to play Walk through the door, baby, I'm yours You cannot stand the rain I got a soul to take, this world is overrated Fly to the moon, get us a room, I know your truth Hmm, hmm (you love me) Hmm, hmm (you love me) You love me You don't put no one above me We playing house, he my hubby If my new nigga around, he my buddy, yeah They'll do whatever for money Sometimes, the water is thicker than cuzzy If I do love, it's on purpose If I do love, you are lucky He begging me for a chance I need a reason to do it, 'cause I won't be playing that hand Leave me, Ashanti so foolish It's better than what's in your pants Know what they say If the devil can't get you, he'll send you a man, ha I'm in my fantasy, you got a hand to play Walk through the door, baby, I'm yours You cannot stand the rain I got a soul to take, this world is overrated Fly to the moon, get us a room, I know your truth Hmm, hmm (you love me) Hmm, hmm (you love me) (You love me, you love me) (You love me, you love me)
Writer(s): Brooklyn Nicole, Eryanah Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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