You know what I mean from you when I get home
You better not be on the phone
Lay your head down
Talkin' to them hoes won't get you *
Watch out, head down
As soon as I walk into the crib
Lay your head down
Put that pussy on me like that's on inside your Benz
That's how it felt right when I put it in
I felt right deep inside, so trap * I would do again
If I lost you, I'd lose it right now
I would spin again, spin again, spin again
He don't got no water on his wrist, he from Flint, Michigan
Bitch, I'm sick as *, I need some drink, I might just sip a tin
Niggas say we fans, bitch, it suck, you gotta try my friend
Yeah, may your bitch lay her head down, I'ma kill
She shanked up, she shaked her head, but she fuckin' well
I'm not Ian Conner, but I * her, and I was rockin' sexy
Say I broke her heart, but that's a problem
Only one for rich hoes
You know what I need from you when I get home
You better not be on the phone