Uh
Uh, uh, uh, she don't want no scrub nigga
Great John on the beat, by the way (Look, look)
She said she don't want no scrub nigga
But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us
She stuck up on the gang like a sticker
She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer
She said like, "Ooh, what's up? Let me kick it with you", look
I'm with the gang, who you bringing with you?
And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you, look
And after this, I might just forget you (Look)
She like, "When you finna pull up on me? Hit it, though"
She said she want some Fendi, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton
Her man mad, said he tryna get it on
I got a choppa on me, don't get hit up for a broad
Her best friend know all of the words to my songs
She said she fell in love, said she finna get involved
These bitches pick and choose and that's why they gettin' tossed
They hate to see me win and love to see me take a loss
And I know she don't really, really fuck with me
She seen a lil' cash, now she's claiming that she stuck with me
I be in the cut like a buck fifty
Shorty never held me down, so she's never gettin' up with me (Look, look)
She said she don't want no scrub nigga
But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us
She stuck up on the gang like a sticker
She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer
She said like, "Ooh, what's up? Let me kick it with you", look
I'm with the gang, who you bringing with you?
And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you, look
And after this, I might just forget you (Yeah, yeah)
She get lit and she gon' let me hit
The type to run your pockets tryna make you spend a brick
You ever seen her dance? She do better on a dick
I pulled up with my mans and she pulled up with a bitch
I know they only want me 'cause they heard I'm getting rich
She loves to send me pictures of her ass and her tits
My cuzzo said he clipped, said he met her on the strip
So I know she be hoeing, I know she gon' do the clique
So fuck it, I ain't loving, I'ma sit and take a sip
I'm counting up these hunnids, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch, look
Fuck it, I ain't loving, I'ma sit and take a sip
I'm counting up these hunnids, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch (Look, look)
She said she don't want no scrub nigga
But since we got a bag, she been tryna fuck with us
She stuck up on the gang like a sticker
She wants some Insta' fame, we just tryna get richer
She said like, "Ooh, what's up? Let me kick it with you", look
I'm with the gang, who you bringing with you?
And I ain't tryna know your name, I ain't tryna kiss you, look
And after this, I might just forget you
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
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