[Hook: Pac Div]

Hey gorgeous

I’m tryna get your attention

You’re listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention

They tell you that I got cruel intentions

But they don’t know me like that

They don’t know me like that

You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?)

I’m tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?)

So stop listenin’ to your friends who grew up with you (What up?)

Cause they don’t know me like that (Nah)

They don’t know me like that (Nah)

[Verse 1: Like]

What up? Now how you doin?

It’s somethin’ ‘bout the way you walk, I’m checkin’ out ya movements

It’s somethin’ bout the way you talk that got my mind tuned in

It’s more than tryna break you off and tryna start a union

Just me and you can, get acquainted

I know your girl Kimmy hatin’

At the house bored, startin’ shit for entertainment

She think I’m pimpin’, only in it for the penetration

Mad cause I make losers out the men she chasin’

To be sincere, it’s like I speak a different language

Cause when I say it’s from the heart, you insist it’s gamin’

I’m tryna do Christmas cards and the [?] vacation

Put the charge on credit cards and then skip the payments

You the reignin’, beauty pageant champion

Louis baggin’, fat rings, movie actress ass mean

You must’ve did the hurdles on your track team

You need to join my damn team

[Hook]

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Aye, yo yo, what up with you?

I’m sayin’ wassup with you baby, can I get up with you?

Have a couple brews

Sit up and discuss with you how beautiful you are

And how I dream to make some love to you

I’m playin’, I’m sayin’ that you a special kind of lady friend

So radiant, the way you’re swayin’ it

Got me forgettin’ what to say again

Damn, uh, ‘scuse me, but uh, nah, nah, forget it

Check it, let’s get to sweet talk, sweetheart

I know you’re classy

So wassup with this attitude you throwin’ at me?

I’m tryna put my bid in, but you keep lookin’ past me

Look I ain’t ugly no more, I cleaned up my acne

And actually, your homegirls just mad we

Connect on a whole ‘nother level they can’t match, see

I feel our vibe could be special if you let it come naturally

Here, take down my number, just get at me

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[Verse 3: Mibbs]

Look at Ms. Thing tryna deflate my ego

I’m workin’ overtime though it equates to zero

All because you listened to Nancy, what does she know?

She stuck me with the bad guy, roll like Al Pacino (Forreal)

Tellin’ you all I want is the ass, then dash

By bringin’ up what happened in my past like a TiVo

But she know and you know, that’s old news

I used to be a cold dude, until my passes got revoked

Now I got a clean slate, lookin’ for a date

To take to the award shows, not towards home plate

But once again, here comes another friend

Sayin’, “Girl, you shouldn’t put your trust in him!”

Like I’m a dog and they found somebody better for you

Can’t they go somewhere they ain’t got nothin’ better to do?

Besides bash me, cross, and get involved, baby darlin’

You have any questions at all, just ask ‘em

[Hook]