[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

Oh, whoa

[Chorus]

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games (Uh!)

[Verse 1]

Good girl, I heard the house save her; group sex wit' clout-chasers

Broken [?]; she might sell her soul for that Birkin bag

Body structure; see the cuts in the waist

Only see them stars when she got fucked in that Wraith

Still fantasize; ex nigga tatted on her panty line

Turn a mean bitch into a fan-a mine

Badass, smart face, big dreams, small waist

Think she from a small state, monopoly; I let her shop at Park Place

Heart broke but she don't give a damn; bigger plans

Tell you frustrated by ya Instagram

You ain't doin' nothin'? I could fix ya plans

She want a boyfriend but never could get a man

Then why she can't get a man?

It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather

A soul lost; hope that Henny make her feel better

It feel wetter in red bottom heels, leather

A soul lost; I hope that Henny make her feel better

[Chorus]

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games (Uh)

[Verse 2]

A private jet; you wan' fly or not? Private spot, you poppin' out

Goin' till she cotton-mouth; her coochie smell like [?]

No corny bitch, five star foreign dish

Order steak, you order fish; fuck [?] out that forty inches (Asleep)

She the baddest; had to text she left her lashes by my mattress

PH balance; only H2O wit' salad

Had to have it: Gucci addict, only vintage, very classic, savage

Alexa, play "Real Niggas in [?]"

What you whinin' 'bout? My dessert after we finished dinin' out?

Oh, we play the crib, you into hidin' out? I might be a fan-a yours

Couple things you could do wit' that manicure

Couple things you could do wit' that—

[Chorus]

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games

She gave her soul to a nigga

How we make it last

Told her, "Pose for the picture."

Ya heart cold, girl

You home for the winter

You playin' way too many games

Way too many games