Round After Round

Round after round, we done made this shit a habit
Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions
Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas
Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic
On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want
Fuck that little nigga, you do whatever you want
Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want
Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't
I get it

The way that dress hug your body, my God
The way you put that ass on me, my God
Aye, who made you like this? My God
And you brought a friend too, my God

I be runnin' through the streets with a light jog
She be creepin' to the crib through the night fog
If he switch up over pussy, that ain't my dog
This 365, I ain't had a night off

Spend somebody's mortgage, that's how I'm feelin' today
Take somebody's wife, that's how I'm feelin' today
The way we actin' in the section, got 'em feelin' a way
Entertainin' hoes is how I'm healin' today

If you see me on her mutuals with you, bet I fucked
We don't wear Denim Tears, yeah, them shits suck
You ain't welcome here if you ain't one of us
If you tied down with him, free yourself with us baby

Round after round, we done made this shit a habit
Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions
Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas
Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic
On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want
Fuck that little nigga, you do whatever you want
Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want
Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't
I get it

You can find me in the club
Shot after shot, in this bitch gettin' drunk
I'm in to having sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come give me a hug when you ready to leave or somethin'

Shake ass, girl, like it's your birthday
And I'ma fly you out, girl, like it's your birthday
Tell him bring the bottles out like it's your birthday
You should've been fuckin' with me in the first place

Round after round, we done made this shit a habit
Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions
Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas
Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic
On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want
Fuck that little nigga, you do whatever you want
Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want
Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't
I get it