You're not around for me to tell you, baby, face to face
I wrote you this letter, and this is what I have to say
Oh, she really wanted one of the lonely times
With the spillers from the ghetto, all those lonely nights
What you do to me, baby, girl, what you do to me
Baby, miss me with that *, you tryna fall in love
But that blicky only thing that I can never trust
If you with me, I would probably buy you St. Laurent
And she gon' give it up, but really, that is not enough
And she love that I shoot, I'm not a bum
We put that op right on the news, settle down
She only love what I do, I'm all around
I'm in the city with the goons, ain't hiding now
Talkin' bout I'm always on the road
She said that she hates it home alone
She just wanna travel across the globe
Bentley coupe, Prada shoes, Gucci too
Bougie bitch, you don't get money, she can't * with you
She told me that her dad a gangster, she know how to move
I had a weapon in the kitchen, she was dressin' too
She ain't never made love to a savage
I put my gun up on the dresser, she start strippin' down
She reach the climax, shorty certain, tryna slow it down
Please don't argue, baby, if you do, I'm headin' on
If you argue, baby, I'm headin' on
She want Benz coupe, Louis shoes, Trizzy with the store
Mongoose on the loose, sendin' the news to me
She know I'm a nigga, home
East Toronto, tryna fly a birdie like a crow
You hate it when I'm gone, but hate me more if I was broke
Really, I'm a trapper, but she know me as an artist
I might take you out for dinner, hold your wallet, I got it
Don't worry bout these niggas, baby girl, cause I got it
Baby, glitzy really fit it right in my pocket
She really got me thinkin' bout that * when I'm on road
I'm thinkin' what you doin', you ain't callin' my phone
I know you heard about me, how I really flip zones
Really movin' it, these niggas don't get it
Close
Spin is really spinnin', man, that * ain't nothin' new
Wrote this love letter, and I wrote this all for you
Was hopin' you can tell me I'm the one that got the juice
I wrote this lil' letter, and I wrote it all for you
I'm sure you really wonder what the lonely times
Where the spillers come together, water's lonely
And that's what you doin' here
Girl, what you doin' here
I'm sure you really wonder what the lonely times
Where the spillers come together, water's lonely
And that's what you doin' here
Baby, girl, what you doin' here
Talkin' bout her mom, she's on the road
She said that she hit the home alone
She just wanted to travel across the globe
And the cool crowd, she was on GQ
She not around for me to tell you, baby, face to face
I let you this letter, and this is what I had to say
Oh, I really want you some all the time
Cause every time I listen to another song
You mind what you do to me
And say what you did to me