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, uh
Neil's Justin, you got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin
Can't trust him, yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin
Every time he on his own, tell me lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Maybe he's always on my road, let me drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
What's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten
Can't catch him, runnin', runnin', seein', tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
I don't think you wanna know, you ain't bout to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
He 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 stressed
I ain't like you, I don't mess with facts
Boy, you got me * up, this ain't good for me
Girl, you just in, can you hear the little knocky up ring-ring?
Trap line zoom in
Can you leave me on my own?
All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Boy, you're reason what you're so
Can you reach a lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
He 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 stressed
I ain't like you, I don't mess with facts
Boy, you got me * up, this ain't good for brass
Get gone, get gone, won't come, won't come
Get gone, get gone, to the front now
Get gone, get gone, I won't answer your call
Get gone, get gone, to the front now
I'm sorry, can't come to the front
Get gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't come
Get you in that bitch's car, yeah
Boy, you got me * up
Boy, you got me * up