I don't like, I don't like, I don't like Little Nakia's, yeah, yeah, yeah, I don't, I don't, yeah, yeah, uh
Neil's Justin, you got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin
Can't trust him, yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin
Every time he on his own, tell me lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lies
Maybe he's always on the road, let me drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive
What's happenin'? Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten
Can't catch him, rollin' balance, he ain't tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay
I don't think you wanna know, you ain't bout to lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay, lay
He only hit me with a text, when he want that goddess level sex
Boy, you got me f***ed up, what the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy, you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with facts
Boy, you got me f***ed up, this ain't good for me
Girl, news just in, can you hear the little knocky up ring-ring?
Chat lines zoom in
Can you leave me on my own? All you do is lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
Boy, you're reason what you're so, please, just lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie
He only hit me with a text, when he want that goddess level sex
Boy, you got me f***ed up, what the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy, you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with facts
Boy, you got me f***ed up, this ain't good for brass
Get gone, get gone, won't come, won't come
Get gone, get gone, to the phone now
Get gone, get gone, I won't answer your call
Get gone, get gone, to the phone now
I'm sorry, can't come to the phone
Get gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't come, won't come
Get gone, get gone, won't come, won't come, won't come, won't come
Get you in that busy car, yeah
Boy, when I see you, baby, she on, she on