Verse 1

Bitches dont love theyselves

Thats why they stuck chasin **** who won't ever love em back

Why you unpackin all your shit up in these tweets, can't relax

Savin money while you wastin the only thing you cannot make back

Last night you were sayin all the things you might wanna take back

All y'all need a **** with a Benz

Wish your **** get a couple tips from the Gram

We can't facetime till I tell you in advance

You butterthick still be tryna lose a couple grams

You believe that love is all a scam

Couple real **** in your line can't get a chance

You don't trust nobody but your friends

All y'all ever do is hit the club, take shots and smoke dank

You be findin faults in me, like I don't overlook yours

I gotta give you dick and take your rants

Those the only things I'm good for

Tell me what you need, tell me what you need

Tell me what you really look for

Tell me where we meet tell, me what you in the mood for

Hook

Tell me when you down to move forward

I know you want my heart but you gotta make a move for it

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Make a move

Outro

Won't you cut the shit won't you lemme know baby

Gotta lot to fix won't you let me go baby

Won't you cut the shit, won't you lemme know baby