Tom: A
Introdução:
C A# C
Bongo by the way
Am Dm
Oh, my
A# C Am Dm
You keep that to yourself
A# C
Oh, my
A# C
You don't trust no one else
A# C
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am Dm
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
A# C
She said I got a reputation, I'm that nigga though
Am Dm
She tryna play hard to get, but I'ma get it though
A# C
She say she ain't that type of girl, she sendin' pictures though
Am Dm
She get naked on the Snap 'cause it disappear
A# C
I seen that pussy for a sec' and I say, "Bring it here"
Am Dm
See the way that I'ma fuck you, you ain't ever did
A# C
I'ma fuck you everywhere and baby I ain't ever scared
Am Dm
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
A# C
I'm hopin' you there 'cause all that we got is trust
Am Dm
You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that
A# C
So in return, I don't fuck with 'em right back
Am Dm
I could have fucked one, I could have fucked two
A# C
But I'm only fuckin' you, what you goin' through?
Am Dm
Now you mad, textin' in all caps
A# C
Like I just didn't put my kids on your back
Am Dm
Oh, my
A# C Am Dm
You keep that to yourself
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Am Dm
Oh, I
A# C
You don't trust no one else
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am Dm
I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone
A# C
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (aw yeah)
Am Dm
I'm so gone off your love and you know
A# C
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (I'm so gone)
Am Dm
I got drunk off your love and throwed up (bleh)
A# C
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Am C
Out the park when the first batter up
A# Dm
I got scars from her nails when we fuck (let's go, ayy)
Am Dm A#
I wanna see your boobs some jewelry beads
C
Black diamonds in your chain, you a
Am Dm
Chrome Heart clear lenses when you lurkin'
A# C
Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin
Am Dm
Workin', 800 in a bag, you ain't worth it
C
Heard you dropped out of school, was you workin'? (She workin')
Am Dm
No climax from your man? He ain't worth it
A# C
Hundred racks on purses, she's mine
Am Dm
Oh, my
A# C Am Dm
You keep that to yourself
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Am Dm
Oh, I
A# C
You don't trust no one else
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am Dm
Hell yes
A# C
Her body talkin' to a nigga, say less
Am Dm
I'm fuckin' up her weave, need a hair net
A# C
I'ma put your body on bed rest
Am Dm
Late nights, took her out to Maestro's
A# C
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
Am Dm
You know how to love it when I ask though
A# C
Make a nigga feel good that it's the last stroke
Am Dm
Oh, my
A# C Am Dm
You keep that to yourself
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Am Dm
Oh, I
A# C
You don't trust no one else
Am Dm
The way you do it, baby
A# C
It's drivin' me crazy
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah