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I told her, "Meet me in the back" (In the back)

That ass fat

And she don't know how to act (Nah)

When she back that thing up on a ****, it's a wrap (Uh-huh)

I'm just tryna hit it once, I'ma take it to the back

Think she come in with a man, but she leavin' with me, yeah

'Cause she know that I'm the man (Uh-huh)

Say she got a plan, and she know me from the Grammy's

Ah, man, I think she might gon' be a fan (Uh-huh)

Made me think twice or might gon' be a scam, aw, yeah (Shawty, what?)

Might be fire (Fire)

But one thing I hate is a liar (I hate those)

'Cause I don't know who you was prior (I don't)

Tryna set a **** up, you could try (Can't catch me)

But, whoa

These hoes ain't loyal (Know they ain't)

Probably took your number, but you know I won't call you (No I'm not)

Rather stay on point 'cause I can't fall for you (Word)

They said, "Pussy run the world, can't let it control you or destroy you," yeah (I know that)

I love all women

I'm ten steps ahead when I know what y'all doin' (Facts)

You hear a nice guy, but you won’t talk to him

Unless he got cash, then you probably gon' screw him

I told her, "Meet me in the back" (In the back)

That ass fat

And she don't know how to act (Nah)

When she back that thing up on a ****, it's a wrap (Uh-huh)

I'm just tryna hit it once, I'ma take it to the back

Think she come in with a man, but she leavin' with me, yeah

'Cause she know that I'm the man (Uh-huh)

Say she got a plan, and she know me from the Grammy's

Ah, man, I think she might gon' be a fan (Uh-huh)

Made me think twice or might gon' be a scam, aw, yeah

She called me the once, say she comin' 'round two (Oh)

Jordan 3's on my feet, ring the bell, buzz four

Got five on boy, you gon’ need a couple more (We've got five on it)

Six PM, now we headed out the door (Door, door, door)

Lucky number seven, you'll met up on eight street

Chanel number nine, got her smellin' like a pastry (Smellin' like what?)

Now we on ten, she was rollin' up a grape tree (Rollin' up, rollin' up)

Pourin' up shots, shots, shots, don't chase me (Shot, shot)

Bitch, I got asthma (Yeah, yeah)

She was tryna be my bae, ayy, no tamper (No, no)

Don't think about it too much like Stanford (Don't, don't)

I ain’t got nothin' for a ho like Santa

I told her, "Meet me in the back" (In the back)

That ass fat

And she don't know how to act (Nah)

When she back that thing up on a ****, it's a wrap (Uh-huh)

I'm just tryna hit it once, I'ma take it to the back

Think she come in with a man, but she leavin' with me, yeah

'Cause she know that I'm the man (Uh-huh)

Say she got a plan, and she know me from the Grammy's

Ah, man, I think she might gon' be a fan (Uh-huh)

Made me think twice or might gon' be a scam, aw, yeah