Lovers and Bins

Lyrics

[Intro: Mimi Woods] No, oh (Distinct Beats) [Verse 1: Mimi Woods] Who do you think that I am? I can drive' I ain't stuffin' no pills Bein' honest' I'm just bein' real You can take that shit up with your trick Maybe she can' but I can't Maybe she will, but I ain't Won't let you hit it, but I might let you taste it Finessed a nigga out his whole operation Puttin' on a show' I'm an actress Got pension today, my ID say my name "Ashley" A bitch from the city, but I'm actin' like I'm from Cali I'm straight out the checkout with all the giffies in my basket I rock out real slow' lookin' down while lappin' Then I get in my phone, I can't make no eye connections I open up the door, this nigga lookin' all happy He like, "I can't believe I fell in love with a scammer, seven" (Distinct Beats) [Chorus: Mimi Woods & BandGang Javar] Lovers and BINs, we gon' fuck it up If it's money on the floor, we gon' fuck it up If pieces hittin' on the road, we gon' fuck it up And then he do my body right, he gon' fuck me up (BandGang) I can't spend my life with you I can share the ground with you I-75 with you He got his reader and his writer too [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] My bitch fuck once or twice, but I ain't fallin' in love Would've put you on, but you too busy fuckin' with scrubs Fake IDs like I'm too young to get in the club I ain't worried 'bout the feds, I got an in-store plug Sent Mimi in the store, but her ID say "Ass" I was parked far as hell, peepin' the scene from the caddy Parking lot pennin', she brought the money to daddy She saw me make twenty, duh, she gave up the panties I remember stressin', couldn't pay rent Started fuckin' with that plastic like a gay bitch In Kroger with two IDs and some one dips I can't lie, I might retire off this next trip [Chorus: Mimi Woods] Lovers and BINs, we gon' fuck it up If it's money on the floor, we gon' fuck it up If pieces hittin' on the road, we gon' fuck it up And then he do my body right, he gon' fuck me up I can't spend my life with you I can share the ground with you I-75 with you He got his reader and his writer too [Verse 3: E Will] [?] 'bout the bitch while he was locked in the feds She so real, she was fuckin' me and sendin' him bread I be out of town drivin', she be givin' me head Part of the scammin', told me how to work the dumps with the PINs Cool bitch, she let me fuck with her friends When I was broke in the Benz, she lowered up and went and found me a BIN Said it only worked in Kroger, playin' cards like it's poker When I first started rappin', had her fuckin' all the promoters Bad bitch, she livin' lavish and gettin' cabbage Don't ask, she finna cash it, she go and grab it My last bitch was super average, she ain't had shit Petty-ass bitch couldn't even buy her lashes All a nigga really wanna do is spend it all with you Me and my bitch back to back, we got matching coupes They sick she gettin' off like this, niggas need soup She been ballin' since them lil' hoes was all wearin' swoops [Chorus: Mimi Woods] Lovers and BINs, we gon' fuck it up If it's money on the floor, we gon' fuck it up If pieces hittin' on the road, we gon' fuck it up And then he do my body right, he gon' fuck me up I can't spend my life with you I can share the ground with you I-75 with you He got his reader and his writer too