Look at my wrist, now it's flooded, I got it all wet for real
I said what I meant and I meant what I said, so you know that the wrist is real
She want loving 'til the yawning, baby don't want to be up on the lonely
Show you off and now they know it, I'ma just take you home 'cause you're my trophy
I need a four with a brick, tell her, "Go grab me a stick"
Now she claiming that she love me, yeah, get her roses by the dozen, yeah
Baby, take you out in public, mess around until the sun hits
I ain't playing, I ain't fronting, uh, didn't start this all for nothing, yeah
I pulled up on you, baby, like, "What's good?"