(Chorus: Stallworth Jones)

Big booty bitches on a jet ski

Shooting mask off, Wayne Gretsky

I wish a young nigga try to check me

I wish a young nigga try to check me

(Verse: Stallworth Jones)

I'm talking to my bitches through a vision

Can you tell me how you living?

Gotta come thru

Gotta come near you

When the phone ringing, phone ringing, phone ringing

Artificial relation

I got the best breakfast, lunch, and dinner

When it comes to the real figures

You the breadwinner

I'm tryna spend a real figure

Call my phone, call my digits

Say it's on, say you wit it

Goddamn, got it bad now

Don't know where it's at now

Can't be livid, can't be civil

Can't be physical stuck in digital

Switch the pivotal position

Or hit the switch and go striking!

You ain't gotta like me

I ain't tryna bag now

You don't even excite me

Hitting up the pack now

Phone lit on, the sack around

Don't wait on me to be around..

(Bridge: Crosby Cole)

Yeah

Had to bag back it was hectic

Really hate the feeling of neglectment

Bitch give me back my necklace

You love it when a nigga act reckless

Fuck you on ya grandparents mattress

Big booty bitches on a jetski

Why these young niggas wanna dead me?

Told em just do it like Nike

(Outro: Crosby Cole)

Pills fucking with my psyche

You love it when a nigga act reckless

So I play the role, shoot, Spike Lee

So I just do it like you like it