Baby cook some, took the 95 to the 110 Headed your way, through the pipe and drape Through the yellow tape, blew the motor Got the Toyota on the tow-way Took it to Jose, it took him four days He said it's the transmission, I said no way Uh, them the days we couldn't buy no gourmet Forget the bad things that happened with the foreplay So when we walk in any venue it's a light show Catch a dinner and a movie wearing nice clothes I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold Can't lose my main, with my side I know she mad when the text is full of typos She asked me about this chick Alexa, she like five-fo Uh, she don't care about me, she entitled Her and I, the idol I'm inspired by the women with no rivals I'm inspired by the women that wanna be politicians Inspired by the women that leisure is going get it The independent woman that never need men to listen I caught my mama crying bout dude, I couldn't get it Since then I hated every boyfriend she been with