Lyrics

[Intro: Br3nya] And now we are entering the fuckboy-free zone Where we only catch vibes, not feelings [Verse 1: Br3nya] When the Henny in the system Ain't no tellin' will I love him, will I miss him? Never been a victim He want a girl from London, Tipton But I got my mind on my dough, Simpson I'm all about the cheese and he's all about me I want to be a rich bitch, not a broke wifey Like I said, [?][0:30] If you ain't addin' to my life, you get subtracted I mean, let's get it, don't stress me, baby Will I be respondin' to his texts? Maybe You can't play me on the ukulele But I don't waste time, he get dashed, Stacey Ándale, ándale, I'm movin' on fast A real man deserves to enjoy this ass I'm a P-I-M-P, you should worry 'bout me I want billionaire status, no dirty BG [Chorus: Moliy] [?] [?] I ain't got no [?] I don't wanna be your naughty, nah Only got the time when it's for the paper Think you a heartbreaker I can show all the real danger [Post-Chorus: Br3nya] [?] girls, we the [?] problem (Problem) Friendzone him, I don't trust him (Trust him) He wasn't giving, so I dropped him (Dropped him) No lovin', no lovin' [?] girls, we the [?] problem (Problem) Friendzone him, I don't trust him (Trust him) He wasn't giving, so I dropped him (Dropped him) No lovin', no lovin' [Verse 2: Moliy] I fell in love with a gangster Stay sharp, nah, he wasn't the answer Is it too much to be loyal? [?] could never handle [?] for me anchor [?] [?] So I had to look another number, number [Chorus: Moliy] [?] [?] I ain't got no [?] I don't wanna be your naughty, nah Only got the time when it's for the paper Think you a heartbreaker I can show all the real danger