I got this drank in my cup.
Everybody came when I had shit
But when the money get low everybody go talking that fly shit.
I done came down, hold up
Grip the grain, roll up
And your girlfriend want a nigga like me
Cause I ain't tryin' to control her.
I'mma take my time and kiss your neck down to your waist
And if I go a little lower best believe we gonna rain on these sheets my babe.
We both want it, we can't blame no one
And I ain't trying to play no one.
But now this girl blowing up my line
But shit, she talking to herself.
She want a man, don't need a man
I'm flying down your boulevard
She cooking dinner with your pans.