Uh, cryin' like you Make a girl strike when we all come Uh, cryin' like you The pop-pop when we enter the party Make a girl strike when we all come through Uh, cryin' like you My time, my time, nigga Turn up, don't be shy, girl We go spice for two, alright, tell me how Boy, I skip slack if she actin' sharp I swear, real talk and the reason I love it The hair you come through, try build up, god So you really want me, why you speakin' a lot? Nigga, keep my line like a hundred times Girl, you know I take off in the end End it again, I'm in my feelings again Try and make more comments than friends We do what we do, ain't nothin' like them They do what they do, but let's not pretend We run through bars, they must be some men Know I got my ones, we'll start till the end Start till the end, cause it's due time Back then, late nights, spittin' with blue lights Time got you, gotta make my moves Anyone bein' mean, cryin' like you Uh, cryin' like you The pop-pop when we enter the party Make a girl strike when we all come through Bottles get popped and they act brand new Uh, cryin' like you The pop-pop when we enter the party Make a girl strike when we all come through Make a girl strike when we all come I fill up my cup when I'm in my mood Uh, cryin' like you Bottles get popped and they act brand new My white ass bottles of champagne Drip come French, why they envy us? She ask, do I wear so much LV? They on French and I'm moldy blood Drip, drip, get these bitches wet I hit that lean lick just to get this bread Don't want a new bitch cause that don't make sense Don't let that *** go over your head