(Mommy, India got the beats) She real deal Oh, yeah, ooh Ah, ooh
I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you Get goosebumps every time that I think of you Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah
Fucking all these hatin'-ass niggas (Wow) Fuck all these weird-ass bitches (Wow) Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (Wow, Top) Black nail paint on these niggas Look better than most these bitches Tell 'em stay the fuck up out your business She from the slums, gotta work for a minute I'm turnin' her up like a model Excuse me, but fuck what your mama been talking I told you from Front Street, I got you I hate a bitch that could get her some millions but steady gon' settle for dollars I hit a bitch that chopper and drop him he fuckin' around with my partners Fuckin' around with these niggas got permanent scars, no need for no doctor I'm taking feelings from out of the picture I'm taking shorty from out of my roster Ventin' while I smoke, just cruise with my sister, lose me, bitch you ain't got better options I'm that lil' nigga that run up the check I'm that lil' nigga, you know I'm the flyest
I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you Get goosebumps every time that I think of you Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah
Joce 'bout shit, ain't none of them funny I'm the one twenty-three years and running I'm the one gave that bitch the most money that she ever have inside her life Young nigga came from nothin' tired of repeatin' that shit, I ain't stuntin' Tired of zippin' shit, tired of showin' that ain't nothin' Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh I been losin', I been slow pacin' I been flexin' on my old lady Without you, I feel like I won't make it But I gotta realize I'm winning All these hoes wan' date 'cause they know where I stay, get a image then they in it All these hoes want babies then they feel entitled to my millions You would've been done drive me crazy talking 'bout my lack of attention No, they don't know me, baby know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women 'Bout my love, 'bout a girl who really fuck with me I'm a thug, and girl, they know just not to fuck with me When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me? Calm down, girl, I'll do to you these thugged-out things
Told you you hurt me, I told you don't lie I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying I don't wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
Composição: YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Poetic Justice (Producer), India Got Them Beats & Jason Goldberg