You know what I mean from you when I get homeYou better not be on the phoneLay your head downTalkin' to them hoes won't get you *Watch out, head downAs soon as I walk into the cribLay your head downPut that pussy on me like that's on inside your BenzThat's how it felt right when I put it inI felt right deep inside, so trap * I would do againIf I lost you, I'd lose it right nowI would spin again, spin again, spin againHe don't got no water on his wrist, he from Flint, MichiganBitch, I'm sick as *, I need some drink, I might just sip a tinNiggas say we fans, bitch, it suck, you gotta try my friendYeah, may your bitch lay her head down, I'ma killShe shanked up, she shaked her head, but she fuckin' wellI'm not Ian Conner, but I * her, and I was rockin' sexySay I broke her heart, but that's a problemOnly one for rich hoesYou know what I need from you when I get homeYou better not be on the phone