[Chorus]

Thinkin' 'bout you, fucks with my mood

But I don't wanna lose you, I just wanna hold you

It's a Friday night, she can hear my phone through the night, night, night

She talkin' bout she tryna come over for the night, night, night

She appear to be slimy, tell her bye, bye, bye

He play, fly him to the sky

Look, finna get flooded with tats

Tell that bitch "shake that ass"

I had to run up a bag

These niggas sat on they ass

And that's why I'm winnin'

And I'm livin' the life that I wanted to live

Never had none handed to me so why the fuck would I give?

Give a fuck about a nigga or a bitch, and that's how I live

And Ima keep livin' that way until a nigga not here