If I

Lyrics

[Intro] Flaw shit What do you desire? (Bitch!) [Chorus] I made my bed and I layed in it I want her, I can't wait for it Said I'm a dog, but I made her sit My new bae, she workin' late for it In the pussy, I was made for it When I eat her out, yeah, I catered it Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a- [Verse] New bitch, pescetarian For the pussy, yеah, I would make a dish I came in, she know who it is Thought that shе was yours, but you're loosing it Anytime we can link, I'm cool wit' it Uzi should have came with a cooling kit New foreign whip with a scooping kit It was crazy how she was moving it Man took a body, we really doing it Just caught a body, R.I.P. to my bitch Hit the show wit' the lobby, yeah, we was cool wit' it Caught up wit' the money, I'm gettin' used to it It's crazy how she only come around everytime the blues are in Ride around and maneuver Only need her for the pussy, I was usin' it Fuck around, kids on her make-up If I'm done with you, no, we can't make up If I'm done wit' the bitch finna say sum' Double back on the pussy like a rerun Fuck around, kids on her make-up If I'm done with you, no, we can't make up If I'm- If I'm- [Chorus] I made my bed and I layed in it I want her, I can't wait for it Said I'm a dog, but I made her sit My new bae, she workin' late for it In the pussy, I was made for it When I eat her out, yeah, I catered it Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a bitch Play wit' the money, I can make a- [Verse 2] Aye, If I'm bein', uh- Uh, if I'm bein' honest, yeah Shorty ain't fuck with me until I went and iced out her hand She tought that I love her till I said "we better off as friends" She fell in love with how I come in, yeah, she see me rakin' up all the bands She only eat the lettuce, I can treat her better, it ain't nothin' to a player She gettin' jealous, put me on her hitter wit' my song on, she gon' play it I had [?], put it in a letter, almost cried to it when I made it The truth hurts and I know it, yuh, had to roll one just to face it