PARTY FAVORS

Yeah, I might get low on a two-year hiatus

Marry a baddie who's always complainin'

Who keys up my cars and tears up our paintings

And spend her lil' cash like she don't want who made it

Then tells me she's sorry and fucks me like she really means it

I let her drive the Bentley once and told her she could keep it

She be keepin' secrets

That is not a secret

But you know what they say sometimes, yeah

Yeah, she better keep it, she better keep it

But for now, all she wants is party favors, party favors

Party favors, party favors

For someone who don't ask for favors

I do way too many favors

Party favors, party favors (Hello? Call me when you can hear)

Look, aye

All the favors that I'm doin', you know it's all for my favorite

Girl, you're high everything, not just high-maintenance

High-class and you showin' up high

High heels, boots higher than Mary J. Blige

And the worst part about it is you rarely say hi

Even if they confidence is up to the sky (Damn)

Knowin' that you just a magnet for eyes

It's a shame your high horse don't got a passenger side

You the prize, if it's ride or die, then I'm still alive

Been poppin' prescriptions that was never prescribed

Got you givin' descriptions that you can't even describe

If you her enemy, no kumbaya, it's all coup de grâce

Walk around this bitch like my shoes untied

This bitch so bad that she look sexy in a suit and tie

Fuck her once, you too alive

Break her heart, it's suicide

She gon' pop up with a richer ****, don't be too surprised

But I swear that you my favorite

Both catchin' feelings, damn, I guess it's contagious

And I'm just a mutt, focused on the paper

How you think I could afford all your party favors?

Goddamn

Party favors, party favors (Damn, boi, boi)

Party favors, party favors

For someone who don't ask for favors

I do way too many favors

Party favors, party favors