White boy made this
He taking you out your element, I'm putting you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
He taking you out your element, I'm putting you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
I ain't no trick but for my bitch, I'll buy whatever
She a bad bitch, I'm a rich nigga, now put two and two together
She match my style, shout-out to the light-skins, but I like my bitch pretty brown
He been throwing you off lately, come get comfortable with a thug
In the passenger seat riding, TLC, his ass a scrub
Man, that nigga poor, I pull up some' foreign, come and get you like, "Bae, it's time to go"
You know these hoes can't fuck with you, that's some' they gotta know
Way you been shitting on these bitches got 'em pissed
You don't need a nigga for nothing, I heard you got your own shit
VVs on her neck and wrist, baby got her own kit
Baby got her own bag, she can buy her own shit
She can buy her own
She ain't gotta stay at no nigga crib because she got her own
She pay her bills, she on her shit, my little baby grown
Don't let no nigga knock you off your square
If he ain't tryna help you win, then that nigga weird
He taking you out your element, I'm putting you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
He taking you out your element, I'm putting you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
Keep making these hoes mad, keep making these hoes mad
