Hol' on Where's my ladies If your nigga go in your phone He'll catch a heart attack, say, "Heart attack" (Heart attack) Where's my ladies If your nigga act up, you'll get a nigga bunnin' trees, say, "Bunnin' trees" (Bunnin' trees) And you ain't even sick You watchin' the games one of your 'Gram And you ain't take not one pic' And this crazy how you think I'm dumb Already got the drop Couldn't believe that that was your body They tried to warn me, but I Seen that ass in Los Angeles I had to run down, I'm ashamed, I know I ain't should have Word to my momma, I should've beat the pussy up and done But you look so good, I couldn't even think about it And I wish I had known that you're for everybody Met her at Dashout, hypnotized by her waistline and I Knew by the way She looked at me, she was about to ruin my life, but I was with it She go wherever I go (Go) So to the back, to the back (To the back) Beat it up back to back (Back) Then she picked out a girl, I got one or two And I knew that she was a fuckin' treesh 'Cause she pulled up with her man but she thottin' on me (On me) She stayed up 'til three, vibe was OD, yeah Fast forward to now, when we're still a thing, yeah I should've left you alone, you belong to the street I wish I had known that you're for everybody (Everybody) Met her at Dashout, hypnotized by her waistline and I Knew by the way She looked at me, she was about to ruin my life, but I was with it Ladies Don't let no nigga call you a thot Do whatever the fuck you wanna do with your pussy, alright? It's yours It's yours It's yours, haha, it's yours, haha It's yours, play it 'cause I'm saucy