Moody

If I wasn't up

Would you still wanna fuck with me?

And if I go down

Would you think I'm a super freak?

Tell me what you want

You gotta make your mind up

I need to know

You gotta make your mind up

**** be groupies

Bitches be groupies

They wanna do me

They wanna use me

Pursue me for the clout

Think you could use me?

I'm all about my chicken, like a two piece

It's so hard to figure me out

One day, I'm in it and the next I'm feeling like I'm out

One day, I'm into love

Next day, its finish us

My heart's an icicle

The past, I won't discuss

He said I'm moody

He just don't move me

I told him bounce

He keep coming to me

Yeah, I like the fast life, lots of champagne

I just want the bread and the head, I'm ok

He wanna taste he gotta pay for the brand

I made him pay for the whole gang

We bang

Spoil me like royalty

And maybe you might get more of me

Ohhh