Ayy, need you, but I don't want you, don't know what to do
I can't even call your phone, you'll screenshot that, send it in a group
You're out here screaming, "Fuck me", but you know you wanna fuck me too
Your ex-man got a little bread, but trust me, he can't afford this coupe
Before I interfere, I just wanna get this clear
You're out here talkin' to all them guys to see if I care, it's weird
You don't know me, there's way too much gyal that wanna come sit right here
Before I interfere, who's got you how I got you?
You think that I love you, would be a lie if I said I trust you
Anything, I got that for you, so why you actin' mad?
"Caramel one, she bad", was talkin' about you when I said that
So why you actin' mad?
Come pull up on man
Need you, but I don't want you, don't know what to do
I can't even call your phone, you'll screenshot that, send it in a group
You're out here screaming, "Fuck me", but you know you wanna fuck me too
Your ex-man got a little bread, but trust me, he can't afford this coupe
I want you but I can't have you
Have you, want you, have you, want you
Seen my phone, seen them hoes, I guess that karma's a bitch
I was broke with you, got bread with you, no matter what, you didn't switch
Had that ting on my hip, can't lack with you, I can't take that risk
You say that I'm nonchalant, I got too much goin' on
This week man could've been a millionaire but I turned that down, it's long
Strong, ayy, wrong
If you think man do this where I'm from
Need you, but I don't want you, don't know what to do
I can't even call your phone, you'll screenshot that, send it in a group
You're out here screaming, "Fuck me", but you know you wanna fuck me too
Your ex-man got a little bread, but trust me, he can't afford this coupe
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