Lyrics I Get Around - Rod Wave

Look
You fucking with niggas that's insecure
Watered down my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call until your sure
Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no
A nigga just tryna chill baby

I get around (I get around, I get around)
I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around)

You fucking with niggas that's insecure
They watered down my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call until your sure
Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no
A nigga just tryna chill baby

I get around (I get around, I get around)
I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around)

I got this classy ass bitch drive a two door Mercedes
Nasty ass bitch tried to fuck me in Macy's
Swear she crazy
She was tryna be my lady
Sliced a nigga tires cause I ain't wanna have her baby
Pretty red bone in Daytona
Love to smoke Doja
Let me fuck when i wanna
She was moving fast, I was tryna go slower
Tried to marry me and move my ass to Pensacola
Believe me sweetie I got enough to feed the needy
Ain't no need to be greedy, you can call me if you need me
Got a super cute bitch, that I came across in Tally
Super cool bitch, soft spoken, real jazzy
Had to cut her off, she tried to make me meet her daddy
Had to cut her off, she tried to make me meet her daddy
Sadly, I am not the one to fall in love with
Sadly, I am not the one to be trusting

Fucking with niggas that's insecure
Watered down my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call until your sure
Don't you get the wrong idea baby, no
A nigga just tryna chill baby

I get around (I get around, I get around)
I get around (Bitch I get around, I get around)