Yeah, yeah, mm-mm-mm Oh, he want that mm-mm-mm ATL, Jacob, ATL, Jacob Go, send your location, drop the pen I pull up, committing scene Catch you for it, hit the ground Baby, lick it off your chin Pulled up at 945, out of there by ten Mm-mm, can't post me on your feed Not even in your close friend Look, texting, begging me, hit her with that uh-uh Do it while I'm holding on my She like I'm real hood, as I should Can't trust no f**k, far as I can throw her Where you at? Chilling with my bae, I see her calling, hit ignore Mm-mm, lost his mind, talk about he mine I'm like, mm-mm, water hit on me My ex say I got that mm-mm-mm No, you cannot get a repost This a big body, snatch my s**t back like a reaper I went brazy on TikTok, so I went brazy on my wristwatch He lying like I hit him with this mm-mm, I think not I got rich s**t, energy, I fish till I out the plot You know I s**t on b**ts, I ain't never had to re-rock On God, can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke b**h, bae Mm-mm, he gon' do just what I say Light up, yeah K2 Mini say they had me Mm-mm, I'm trying to see what's up with Cali Mm-mm, good, good, good, but I'm a baddie Mm-mm, Jamaican d**k hit me in the morning like ackee If the d**k wack, he going in the group chat Say they big, no hits, with a proof at deep Hands free and lit the b**h carefully Next day, he blow me up like, why you being weird to me? Same week, sneak d**ks and use the chair for me Ain't nothing big about a b**h, but them veneers to me All my exes wanna redo it Picky with the kitty, less bodies than the Beatles He know that I'm solid, all these other b**hs see through Love it when he sing to the box like, beep-boop Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke b**h, bae He gon' do just what I say Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke b**h, bae He gon' do just what I say Don't you know I'm that b**h? You wanna hit, well, I need trips New crib, rich, it ain't tuned S-T-K-O, Chanel, I'm a big spender E-Tipper, Goyard, chrome heart tag Chanel number 9s with the shoes to match Make the neighbors call Peter when he beat up the g** We gon' f**k in different angles, but my favorite, the back Boo-boos, you f**kin' still screamin', what a hood Saturday, Nike Tech fitted with the tech in his lap Left hand on the wheel, right hand on the cab Gotta f**k out west, tell him, bring in the pack I need 200 for this occasion They callin' me, yo, girl, and we ain't datin' He been tryna f**k for months and still waitin' I told him, just like it's money, I can't save him Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke bae? He gon' do just what I say Can I post you on my page? Spend the night at my place Call a broke bae? He gon' do just what I say Mm-mm Mm-mm