Aye Nina
Yeah
Uh, you mind if I play something for you?
N-no, not at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hey, I'm really rich)
You know
For real, for real
Look, yeah
I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
Hit it from the back, side note
Cover her mouth, high note
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
Hit it from the back, side note
Cover her mouth, high note
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these (uh, uh)
Yeah, JLF don't bother nobody
Tiger Woods can't par with nobody
Told the judge I got ten in the club
And they all got F's, can't pardon nobody
Got tats, got scars on my body
Got keys to the chop in that lobby
Who the fuck brought a- aye
Who the fuck brought a stick in that lobby?
Text me pics she don't post on the 'Gram
She the shit, goddamn
Had a nigga way back, she don't fuck with that man
'Cause that nigga old news
Plenty hoes wanna go put dubs on the kid
But her pride don't bruise
Okay, alright, say the word, and I'm gone with it
Yeah, I'm gone with it now, late night
Hoes in the crib and I hope they play nice
Shit, if you love me, I pray you don't switch
Man, if you love me, I pray you don't-
This shit, this shit, this shit too smooth like a old nigga
Can't bend and you know I can't fold, nigga
JLF still coming out the cold, nigga
No mama ain't raise no hoe, nigga
Ludacris how I'm throwin' them bows, nigga
Can't put a price tag on my soul, nigga
Can't hide what a heart won't show, nigga
They put 15K in a back door ting, and he fell for it
That's 15K for a back door ting, no shells for it
For real
I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
Hit it from the back, side note
Cover her mouth, high note
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these games with all these bitches inside my phone
L.A. to Toronto, she wanna fight in different time zones
Hit it from the back, side note
Cover her mouth, high note
I can't play these (uh, uh)
I can't play these (uh, uh)
Your love will be the death of me
Especially since you bring out the best of me
You know detachment's been my specialty
And it's been, um, weighing on me mentally
Mentally
I've got images of you cemented in my memory
I apologize for all the times that I used your heart as my accessory
Everything that's meant from me is been sent to me
Even when I fail successfully in all things fidelity
You still gon' connect with me
I can't play these games with- I can't- I can't
Inside my phone
L.A. to Toronto, she wanna, she wanna
Different time zones
Hit from the back, h-hit from the back
Cover her mouth, c-cover her mouth
I can't play these
I can't-I can't
I can't play these games with all these b-b-b-b
Inside my phone
L.A. to L.A. to L.A.
Fight in different time zones
Hit from the back, hit from the back
Cover her, cover her
No, I can't play these
I-I play these
Ooh, shit