Lyrics

[Chorus: Sexyy Red] This coochie require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NBA (I don't care) These lil' niggas talk too much today (What the fuck?) If you gon' run your fuckin' mouth, I'd rather have the pay (Oh) That's why this coochie here require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NFL This coochie good, I know a nigga gon' always kiss and tell But if he do, he gon' be hearin' from me in the mail Bitch, go to hell (Bitch) [Verse 1: Sexyy Red] I-I know it's good, bae, but why you gotta snitch on me? (Like why?) And stop tellin' all these people I'm your bitch, homie (Stop) You lookin' lamе as fuck, that's why I want your big homie (Na-na) You will never fuck again, act likе you don't know me (Loser) How-how you mad at me for all this shit you did, homie? (You did) I knew I should've never responded when you slid on me (Damn) Ignore the signs all the time, but it just dawned on me (It just dawned) A-anybody ask about it, I'ma say that you lyin' on me (On Blood) Can't be on your phone around me, I ain't trustin' shit (No) I-I know the game, you tryna fuck and take a sneaky pic (Ho) I-I got a pen and some paper, you finna sign this shit (Right now) Ain't finna send me to no group chat, I'ma sue you, bitch (Baow) [Chorus: Sexyy Red] This coochie require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NBA These lil' niggas talk too much today If you gon' run your fuckin' mouth, I'd rather have the pay That's why this coochie here require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NFL This coochie good, I know a nigga gon' always kiss and tell But if he do, he gon' be hearin' from me in the mail Bitch, go to hell (Bitch) [Verse 2: Sexyy Red] You a lil' sneaky motherfucker (Come shake my hair, dog) I should've knew I couldn't trust you (Knew I couldn't trust you; damn, damn) You talk too much, I want your brother (I want your brother) But-but it's cool, I still love ya Ain't textin', you nothin' crazy 'cause you might be tryna show your friends Niggas always tryna brag, thinkin' they gon' be my man (Never) I'm the big dog in this shit, I got the upperhand Better play your role, shut your mouth, do you understand? Huh? (Baow, baow) Don't mention me in shit, don't bring me up in no interview Matter fact, don't ever like a P (Okay) I don't trust a nigga, they always hatin' on top, but they tryna trap a bitch (Hater) You blowin' up my spot, damn, all I wanted was a lil' dick [Chorus: Sexyy Red] This coochie require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NBA (I don't care) These lil' niggas talk too much today (The fuck?) If you gon' run your fuckin' mouth, I'd rather have the pay (Oh my G—) That's why this coochie here require a NDA I don't care that you play for the NFL This coochie good, I know a nigga gon' always kiss and tell But if he do, he gon' be hearin' from me in the mail Bitch, go to hell (Bitch)