Control

Hello

What's up? I'm in the studio

No, hello no, oh no I don't get nothing or nothing

I'ma call you back man, I'm call you back

Im call you back when I leave the studio

Alright, I'ma call you back

She want, she want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a weddin' ring

Oh, she ain't bringin' anything

She ain't give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold of me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time

She a scorpio

Oh, she like the devil though

Oh, but I can't let her go

She used to be my homies though

Now act like she don't know me though

And when I met it her it was regular

Just sex with her

I'm doin' show but I'm still callin' her, still textin' her

She fuck with me cause I stay real, don't lie, don't flex to her

In states with different hoes but she couldn't tell when I laid next to her

But minus that, she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up

He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her

A lil' down bitch, he think she a rider but she think he a provider

Keep her decked in designer, really only ruck with dope boys

Couple athletes in the line up

Let her have the keys if you drive somethin'

She don't let him fuck if he ain't buyin' nothin'

I'm M O B and I let God be my witness, Fed snatched Him

She told everything, don't let em know your business, these bitches

She want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a weddin' ring

Oh, she ain't bringin' anything

She ain't give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold of me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time

Say she ain't never going back to not havin' shit

She say she ain't gave a **** her hear who ain't damage it

She say she can't stand ****, she say we so scandalous

She say she can't fall in love, she say her heart like a mannequin

This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panickin'

Might let a **** air me out, money all she care about

She just want a new car, she wan a new bag

She don't fuck with last season, she want that new swag

And she almost fooled me, I gave myself a newsflash

Dex but put her on Balmain and even buy his ass a du-rag

When that paper dried up, that's when she moved back

These bitches ain't shit dog, I already knew that

She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes

She just want control in your mind, in your soul

In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, now more hoes

That's a double wrong, what you focused on?

She want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a weddin' ring

Oh, she ain't bringin' anything

She ain't give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold of me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time