The Ways (feat. Sir)

Wait, I understand the love, but I just wanted some freak shit. Like, I didn't want the... And the fingers don't count Bitch, I know about you Hanging with LaQuita brought the hoe up out you And now you acting like you don't know about it Look I ain't really tripping, want some more about you Now wait a minute Bitch, I know about you Why you snitching when nobody know about it That's the wrong way to try to go about it They go take your ass out with no deposit Now pay attention And that's the way Pussy on my hotline, that's the way Plans on my trap phone that's the way Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho Don't matter where we go Fo sho I know you heard about me Walk mellow talk mellow, plus I'm quiet as fuck My exterior composed, but inside I'm a nut And after drinks and a blunt, I'm redesigning your strut Got you rewinding and take, wiling and smiling and such Keep your vagina in touch, dialing my line in a cut This hydrophonic and got you hot with the bottles and bubs On top of that, this dick and dollars done got you in love Now wait a minute That's the way Pussy on my hotline, that's the way Plans on my trap phone, that's the way Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho Don't matter where we go Fo sho Big money, all hunnids How you want it, we can run it Ten boppers, they swing Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang Big money, all hunnids How you want it, we can run it Ten boppers, they swing Drop it low, do your thang, do your thang That's the way Pussy on my hotline, that's the way Plans on my trap phone that's the way Numbers in my paper bag, that's the way She gon' pop bottles, that's fo sho When we roll up, she roll up, that's fo sho She love ridin' high, sittin' low, that's fo sho Don't matter where we go Fo sho