I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Little Nakia'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 the road, let me drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, driveWhat's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got KirstenCan't catch him, rollin' balance, he ain't tryna get bustedCut the phone, you gotta go, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, layI don't think you wanna know, you ain't bout to lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, layHe only hit me with a text, when he want that goddess level ***Boy, you got me f***ed up, what the hell is next?Boy, you cute, but boy, you stressI ain't like you, I don't mess with factsBoy, you got me f***ed up, this ain't good for meGirl, news just in, can you hear the little knocky up ring-ring?Chat lines zoom inCan you leave me on my own? All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lieBoy, you're reason what you're so, please, just 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 f***ed up, what the hell is next?Boy, you cute, but boy, you stressI ain't like you, I don't mess with factsBoy, you got me f***ed up, this ain't good for brassGet gone, get gone, won't come, won't comeGet gone, get gone, to the phone nowGet gone, get gone, I won't answer your callGet gone, get gone, to the phone nowI'm sorry, can't come to the phoneGet gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't come, won't comeGet gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't come, won't comeGet you in that busy car, yeahBoy, when I see you, baby, she on, she on