[Intro: Quavo]

(Zaytoven)

(Brrt)

Goddamn, man, that hoe keep callin' my phone, man

All that bullshit, man

All that sideways shit, man

[Pre-Chorus: Quavo]

Hoe, you too dramatic

Here go a couple of dollars so you quit the nagging

Oh no, no, no, no, I can't—

Hoe, you too dramatic

Here go a couple of dollars so you—

Dramatic

[Chorus: Quavo]

Here go a couple of dollars so you quit the nagging

Oh no, no, no, no, I can't be your baby daddy

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, so weak, she ratchet

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Yeah, I got that hoe weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic bitch

[Verse 1: Quavo]

She calling my phone, she bitch and she moan

She talk about bitches I'm on

Bitch, just leave me alone

Gonna put a block on my phone

She pull up when I'm in her area

Emojis of me in her cellular

Of Quavo in her two-piece

She got a white dress looking like marriage, bro

Ain't gon' lie, she rough, she tough, she might hit you in your stuff

Finesse you out of yo bucks and bring it to us, I fuck with the trust

At the end of the day, she psycho

Walking around with that rifle

Hate to say it, little mama, but you gotta beat it, beat it like the OG Michael

[Chorus: Quavo]

Hoe, you too dramatic

Here go a couple of dollars so you quit the nagging

Oh no, no, no, no, I can't be your baby daddy

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, so weak, she ratchet

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that ho weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Yeah, I got that hoe weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic bitch

[Verse 2: Takeoff]

What the fuck? Goddamn

You think that you're slick, you lil' bitty bitch

Runnin' around in my lobby, up in my V.I.P, tryna take a million pics

I'm leaning on kickstand

Don't want you, bitch, I want your friend

Excuse me, you wanna do what?

Lil' mama rollin' on Molly santan

I turn 'round, look over my shoulder

Lil' mama got the camera phone flashing

She went up and asked for a selfie

I told her she too dramatic

Fresh to death like I jumped out a casket

I got the clay, beat the pot like I'm Cassius

Drop in Orlando, I'm selling that magic

She calling my phone, harassing

[Chorus: Quavo]

Hoe, you too dramatic

Here go a couple of dollars so you quit the nagging

Oh no, no, no, no, I can't be your baby daddy

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, so weak, she ratchet

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Yeah, I got that hoe weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic bitch

[Verse 3: Offset]

These bitches be tripping, I'm tryna get Benjis

Talking my head off, she all in her feelings

Asked me for money, but never ain't giving

Wasn't fucking with me before I had a million

I'm chasing them dollars, I don't want no problems

You fucking me and you be fucking my partner

I know what to do, keep the bitch off my collar

Don't fuck her no more, then I cut off the guala

These bitches not loyal, don't trust 'em

Don't cuff 'em, don't love 'em, just fuck 'em

She telling me that she gon' ride, but deep inside I know that she lying

I know she ain't shit, she a dirty ass bitch

She gon' fuck your whole clique, she gon' run off with bricks

Young, rich nigga, I ain't worried 'bout shit

Dramatic ass hoe, you can suck my dick

[Chorus: Quavo]

Hoe, you too dramatic

Here go a couple of dollars so you quit the nagging

Oh no, no, no, no, I can't be your baby daddy

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, so weak, she ratchet

Yeah, I got that how weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Yeah, I got that hoe weak, now I got that hoe weak, she too dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic

Dramatic, dramatic bitch