Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, I
You keep that to yourself (Oh)
Oh, I
You don't show no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Met her backstage at a Tiller show
She said I got a reputation
I'm that **** though
She tryna play hard to get
But I'ma get it though
She say she ain't that type of girl
She sendin' pictures though
[Verse 3]
She get naked on the Snap
'Cause it disappear
I seen that pussy for a second
I say bring it here
See the way that I'ma fuck you
You aint never did
I'ma fuck you everywhere
And baby I ain't ever scared
[Verse 4]
Are you prepared to sit in the club with thugs?
I'm hopin' you there, 'cause all that we got is trust
You got friends, they don't fuck with me like that
So in return, I don't fuck with them right back
[Verse 5]
I coulda' fucked one
I coulda' fucked two
But I'm only fuckin' you
What you goin' through
Now you mad
Textin' in all caps
Like I just didn't just
Put my kids on your back
[Verse 6]
Oh, I
You keep that to yourself (Oh)
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh, I
You don't show no one else
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
I'm so gone off your love, I'm so gone
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone (Aw yeah)
I'm so gone off your love, and you know it
I'm so gone, I'm so gone, I'm so gone
[Verse 8]
I got drunk off your love and throwed up
Pour my heart inside your double cup
Out the park, when the first batter up
I got scars from her nails when we fucked
(Let's go, aye)
[Verse 9]
I wanna see ya' boobs
Throwing you some jewelry beads
Black diamonds in your chain you American
Chrome Heart glitter lenses when you lurking
Eighty thousand dollar bag, you a Birkin (Work it)
Eight hundred in the bag, you ain't worth it
Heard she dropped out of school, was she working?
No climax from your man, he ain't worth it
Hundred racks on purses, she like "why?"
[Verse 10]
Oh, I
You keep that to yourself (Oh)
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh, I
You don't want no one else
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 11]
Hell yes, ya' body talkin' to a ****, say less
Fuckin' up the weave, need a hairnet
I'ma put ya' body on bed rest
Date nights, took her ass to Maestro's
She can get the lobster for the backstroke
You know I love it when I ask you
Make a **** feel good
That it's his last show, let's go
[Verse 12]
Oh, I
You keep that to yourself (Oh)
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh, I
You don't want no one else
(The way you do it baby, it's driving me crazy)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Jayceon Taylor, Jeffery Williams, Jeremy Felton, Amber Streeter