I think that is fine It all looks like I can't sleep God wreck the man All of 'em kingsized Starin' at me I can't keep up
I like the way you textin' me I like the things you say to me, uh I hate the way the chemistry's So good it gets the best of me, mm The boy is becomin' a man The skeptic's becomin' a fan More complicated than I planned I know I can misunderstand you
Let some of that baggage go 'cause I couldn't let you go, ooh Pull my hair just like before you know I like love and war, ooh See my lettеr at your door signed it "C, XOXO," ooh Motherfucker, you'rе mine forever
And the mini's baby pink (Yeah) We got too wild and broke the sink My neck iced out like a rink Gems are baby pink (Yeah) Yummy, my lips taste like my drink You know you folding for me is my kink (Yeah)
I dress to kill, I just got a new army Jacquemus purse, and the shoes are Versace Teasin' my ex is my favorite hobby Went a little too far, I'm sorry Latin boys calling me "amor" and "mami" Americans calling me "baby" and "shawty" After the gym, I go get calamari Get in the Tessie and head to the party (Party)
Let some of that baggage go 'cause I couldn't let you go, ooh Motherfucker, you're mine forever
And the mini's baby pink (Yeah) We got too wild and broke the sink (Oh) My neck iced out like a rink Gems are baby pink (Yeah) Got me, my lips taste like my drink You know you folding for me is my kink And the mini's baby pink We got too wild and broke the sink My neck iced out like a rink (Iced out like a—) Gems are baby pink (Uh) Got me, my lips taste like my drink You know you folding for me is my kink (Yeah)
Daydreamin' 'bout you ('Bout you) Do you ever think about me? ('Bout me?) When you hear them play my songs do you sing along and tell 'em, "This about me"? (Yeah, yeah) All the fake shit I see (I see) I thought you was down for the G (Yeah, yeah) Would've died for you like Keem Save my tears for the Visine you know what I mean Had dreams 'bout gettin' rich, then a nigga got rich (And a nigga iced out) Then I went back to my mom's house, said "Look what I did" (Look what I did, yeah) I need pink diamonds on my wrist (On my wrist) Need some Rick Owens for the fit (Yeah) Need a gold plaque on the wall (On the wall) And a bad bitch to top it off Thought we had it all, now I'm movin' on Found a new broad, let down my guard But they all the same You ain't no different from my old ho, knock it off Money heal the pain, I'ma shop it off Walk in Louis V, then I buy it all I think I might rock the Prada for the fall Bottega boots make me feel tall (Yeah, yeah) How long do I got until you fall and then you call again? Text me broken hearts I think you fallin' off our love again Gave all the trust I got up in my heart for you I promise And if you say that you with it, then I'm 'bout it (Yeah)
And I'm 'bout it (Yeah, yeah), you got it (Got it) If you want it (Want it), then I got it (I got it) No limit up on my pockets (My pockets) I spend it (Spend it), 'cause I got it (I got it) And I'm 'bout it (Yeah, yeah), you got it (Got it) If you want it (Want it), then I got it (I got it) No limit up on my pockets (My pockets) I spend it (Spend it), 'cause I got it (I got it) I got it, yeah
Hm-hm Oh-oh Hm-hm
Compositores: Camila Cabello, Daniel McKay, Daoud, Jasper Harris, Muhammad Akbar, Eem Triplin & El Guincho