Oh, waitin' on reply?
You gon be waitin' for a while
'Cause I'm still waitin' for my nails
To dry, trip over a guy? (who?)
Not I, that's really not my style
I'm too fly
I try to tell 'em, though
Don't get too attached
I love 'em, leave 'em
And I never call 'em back
My momma tells me that I'm
Too much like my dad
I'm bout my paper, run it up
I chase my bag
Don't get too attached
I love 'em, leave 'em
And I never call 'em back
My momma tells me that I'm
Too much like my dad
I'm bout my paper, run it up
I chase my bag
Only down to chase a bag
You be lookin' down bad
While I'm the best you never had
You knew my presence was a present
And now you livin' in the past
You don't come up for my money
That's not a hard concept to grasp
Get a grip then holla back
I told you you're special, but I'm sorry I lied
Got all your text, and your ton of replies
On airplane mode, while I travel the sky
On that do not disturb, when you're bangin' my line
Please give me space, I need room to breathe
You say you wanna talk, but my time ain't cheap
Got a very long list, still shit to do
Sorry to inform ya, but it don't include you
Oh, waitin' on reply?
You gon be waitin' for a while
'Cause I'm still waitin' for my nails
To dry, trip over a guy? (who?)
Not I, that's really not my style
I'm too fly
I try to tell 'em, though
Don't get too attached
I love 'em, leave 'em
And I never call 'em back
My momma tells me that I'm
Too much like my dad
I'm bout my paper, run it up
I chase my bag
Don't get too attached
I love 'em, leave 'em
And I never call 'em back
My momma tells me that I'm
Too much like my dad
I'm bout my paper, run it up
I chase my bag