I don't like, I don't like, I don't like little Nokia's, yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't, I don't, yeah, yeah, uhNeil's Justin, you got Kylie, Madonna, got JustinCan't trust him, yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbinEvery time he on his own, tell me lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, liesMaybe he's always on my road, let me drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, driveWhat's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got KirstenCan't catch him, runnin', runnin', seein', tryna get bustedCut the phone, you gotta go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lieI don't think you wanna know, you ain't bout to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lieHe only hit me with a text, when he want that goddess level ***Boy, you got me * up, what the hell is next?Boy, you cute, but boy, you stressedI ain't like you, I don't mess with factsBoy, you got me * up, this ain't good for meGirl, you just in, can you hear the little knocky up ring-ring?Trap line zoom inCan you leave me on my own?All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lieBoy, you're reason what you're soCan you reach a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lieHe only hit me with a text, when he want that goddess level ***Boy, you got me * up, what the hell is next?Boy, you cute, but boy, you stressedI ain't like you, I don't mess with factsBoy, you got me * up, this ain't good for brassGet gone, get gone, won't come, won't comeGet gone, get gone, to the front nowGet gone, get gone, I won't answer your callGet gone, get gone, to the front nowI'm sorry, can't come to the frontGet gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't comeGet you in that bitch's car, yeahBoy, you got me * upBoy, you got me * up