[Chorus]

Callin’ my phone, texting

Who am I with?

Don’t worry about it. I’m back in a bit

Gotta make paper, I’m off to the studio

Finna make hits

Callin’ my phone, texting

Who am I with?

Don’t worry about it. I’m back in a bit

Gotta make paper, I’m off to the studio

Finna make hits

Callin’ my phone, texting

Who am I with?

Don’t worry about it. I’m back in a bit

Gotta make paper, I’m off to the studio

Finna make hits

Callin’ my phone, texting

Who am I with?

Don’t worry about it. I’m back in a bit

Gotta make paper, I’m off to the studio

Finna make hits

[Verse: 1]

Listen, you need to relax

I will be gone from time to time

Understand that I am spitting rhymes

Girl, I’m on the grind

Well, I’m on the grind if you know what’s up

Are you down for it?

Talkin’ every morning, girl

We makin’ love, but you upset

That I can’t spend time with ya

Every day and night with ya

Unlocking my phone, chilling on the sofa

Going thru my pictures

Took a selfie with a fan

Now you jealous

How the fuck don’t I make dough with no pictures

Do you cav’ the vision?

All the decisions I took

These rappers don’t play by the book

Took a bit of myself and I gave it to you

High in my feelings, I took off and I flew (flu)

Boo boo, I know I been missing your calls

Your perfect body without any flaws

I miss every particle of your being, but you’re being unfair

Can’t you believe?

Talking ‘bout “who is that girl on your back?”

“Coming back the next day”

“Taking your phone with ya every time you gotta go”

“Don’t you trust me, nigga? WTF though. You been busy with them other hoes”

Ayt, cool, lemme tell you the truth

My eyes are on you, I’m blind as a bat to these girls

She tellin’ me it’s just words, I got the proof

I’m stuck with you and without you, I’m loose

My heart’s in a noose

I’m drunk in love, we can minus the booze