Lyrics
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Chorus
I'm tryna let you know you that (Uh), I'm tryna spoil you like a brat (You love it)
Whenever I call and you don't answer, you better rush to call me back (Oh, yeah)
I gotta keep it in my hand, sometimes you put it in your bag (Back up)
I gotta go, but I'll be fast, I give you reason to come back (Yeah, yeah)
You know the drops is cherry cherry
You know the 'Rari front seat
You know I want you here with me (Yeah)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipts (Huh)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipt
Verse 1
I take your heart without no warnings, you want matcha every morning
And you tryna leave, bae, wherе you goin'? Cancel your Uber, take a forеign
Put a LoJack on your ass, I'm always knowin' where you at
Better not never circle back, I bet I never treat you bad
Pay the cozy sweatsuit in Margiela, I like her swag
I'm rockin' rose gold, it's matchin' my skin tone, don't need no flash
Cool on other hoes, I'm done with that phase, now she get to brag
I don't care nothin' 'bout your past 'cause they ain't have you like I got you
I can tell it's weight on your shoulders, baby, I'll spot you
Makin' sure your life on the up-and-up, that's my job to
Switchin' continents, gettin' content, maybe I'll slide through
It was just me and you in Turks, we caught a mean vibe
You on the boat, you gettin' a boat, you got that waterslide
She got a birthday on the way, she turnin' twenty-five
I'm on the go, she send me videos in between time
You better never act like you ain't mine
Chorus
I'm tryna let you know you that (Uh), I'm tryna spoil you like a brat (You love it)
Whenever I call and you don't answer, you better rush to call me back (Oh, yeah)
I gotta keep it in my hand, sometimes you put it in your bag (Back up)
I gotta go, but I'll be fast, I give you reason to come back (Yeah, yeah)
You know the drops is cherry cherry
You know the 'Rari front seat
You know I want you here with me (Yeah)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipts (Huh)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipt
Verse 2
You was here when I started this song and now I'm finishin' alone
You done switched up my whole tone, now I can't fuck with you no more
I ain't leave you in the room, I brought you with me and the bros
I could've really wiped your nose, I should've treated you like a ho
You poppin' out with dude, you bold, you know I put you in them clothes
I know I'm better off alone, so I can't even say you wrong
You won't hear from me again unless you listen to my song
I leave a mark 'cause I'm a big dog, I took her to the big house
You got folks thinkin' that you X'd me out, no bitch can't dub me
I fuck you right and treat you like a queen, you can't unlove me
You are with him, but you thinkin' 'bout me, that just how love be
I can't even judge, I know what's up with you
And I'll be lyin' if I say I ain't love you back
But that don't mean nothin', I guess that don't mean nothin'
And I'll be lyin' if I say I ain't love you back
But that don't mean nothin', I guess that don't mean nothin'
Chorus
I'm tryna let you know you that (Uh), I'm tryna spoil you like a brat (You love it)
Whenever I call and you don't answer, you better rush to call me back (Oh, yeah)
I gotta keep it in my hand, sometimes you put it in your bag (Back up)
I gotta go, but I'll be fast, I give you reason to come back (Yeah, yeah)
You know the drops is cherry cherry
You know the 'Rari front seat
You know I want you here with me (Yeah)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipts (Huh)
Who keepin' tabs? Fuck the receipt
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