Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, Baby cooked some, took the 95 to the 110, headed your way through the Pipe and Drake, Threw 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 happen with the foreplay, So when we walk in any venue it's a light show, Catch a dinner and a movie wear your nice clothes, I throw the burner phone away, I go ice cold, Can't lose my main bitch, *** with my side hoes, I know she mad when the text is full of typos, She asked me bout this chick Alexa, she like 5-4, Uh, she don't care about me, she entitled, I'm *** her and I *** the bitch she 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 go and get it, The independent woman that never need men to listen, I caught my mama crying bout dude, I couldn't get it, And since then I hated every boyfriend she been with,