If I could spit you some game,
they'd get you out this club
And I would already have you
Been tryin' to get you to slide
I hope you hop in the ride
You'd think you're flyer than me
When she blew up, she was the bomb
Look at the bag, Louis Vuitton
Shoes, damn, Louis Vuitton
Look at the chain and the
Nobody even knows who you are
Maybe Mariah, s**t that you want
Pick up this game, let her put down
Jump in the coupe, let the hood down
Pick up your chick, let her go down
Tell her real slow, let it go down
Robbin' around like a marigold
If I could write you a song
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all of my tricks
I hope that you like this
you think you're cooler than me
like you're cooler than me
And it's probably cause you think
When your steps make that much noise
Shh, I got you all figured out
Nobody knows who you even are
Who you think that you are
you got your head in the clouds
If I could write you a song
I would already have you up under my arm
I used up all of my tricks,
I hope that you like this
you think you're cooler than me
like you're cooler than me
And you never say, hey yo,
And it's probably cause you think
