No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back
Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back
Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't comin' back
Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back
Yeah, these triflin' ass hoes like: Where the money at?
I-I-I just style for these hoes, I stopped coming back

Turn your shoulder
Rise up, soldier
Turn your shoulder
Turn your shoulder

I stuck to my 'chos, fuck these bitches, nah
Uh, it's a shame, I was sweeping out the mall for her
Now someone the boss, told these bitches: Nah
Could hear the pain in my voice, why I spit so raw?
(Ooh, yeah, yeah) but I was so wrong
I-I ain't think that was a line that she would cross
Ooh, yeah, but I was so wrong
I ain't tryna screw you, why you takin' off your thong?
Uh, I'ma start cuttin' all these hoes off, they askin' for rackies
I'ma start— I'ma start cuttin' all these hoes off, they askin' for rackies
Chill out, lil' bitch, why you quick to take your clothes off? She ready to practice
All they really did was give the kid blue balls, I'd rather get castrated
I-I did these hoes like the Poconos, oh, yeah, finish on her chest, ayy
I'm in the whip and I'm chiefin' OG Skywalker, roll with my bestie
I'm finna pop not one, not two, but I think I'ma pop three
Lil' bitch, it's not her and not you, you better stop callin' me papi

No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back
Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
No, I ain't goin' when she sayin' that she want me back
Ho done left my phone, on that spam, girl, don't call me back
Baby, how you don't understand? How you losin' track?
Baby, I don't give a damn, keep your hundreds stacked
Che-check my eyes, yeah, you know that I ain't comin' back
Yeah, your lies caught right up to you, like running back
Yeah, these triflin' ass hoes like: Where the money at?
I-I-I just style for these hoes, I stopped coming back

Turn your shoulder
Rise up, soldier
Turn your shoulder
Turn your shoulder