Текст песни Pinky Promises! - Fnta!

I feel like I'm Chris Paul in this bitch
Ima pull up and rock out in this bitch
I told the security, open the door
But I ain't even showing up in this bitch
Fuck all that love shit counterfeit
I don't even know what your problem is
She getting mad cause I keep breaking all her pinky promises

I broke the money counter
Swear to god I be counting
Way too much money in this bitch
I fell in love with her love
But I don't really want the girl,
I just fuck up on the bitch
My gun Kung-Fo, it do Jitsu
So I feel like a black belt in this bitch
I told her to settle down with the kid
Or we could go 100 rounds in this bitch,
Huh

(Woah, woah, woah)
I feel like a black belt in this bitch
Huh
But we could go 100 rounds in this bitch,
Huh
I told her come settle down with the kid
Cause we could go 100 rounds in this bitch
But, I feel like a black belt in this bitch
Huh

How many bitches you got on your phone?
I wish I could tell you, but girl, I don't know
To be honest, I don't really be texting that bitch
Sneaky link, so we fuck on the low
No ID when she calling my phone
To be honest, I don't give a fuck anymore
(7-7-3, I told that bitch hit me back)
But she don't even answer her phone
Hundred thousand, spent that shit on the weekend
Rick Owens, brand new, but they beat in
She not 9/10 but, if 1 other bitch
Wanted me over you, to be honest, I'm leaving
Bora bora, flew that bitch for the weekend
BnB went outta state, but I peep it
21 Savages up in the party
My Metro be booming,
I feel like I'm creeping

Tell your bitch better hit me back,
But, when she can
She said, I can't talk right now,
I'm with my man
I flew that bitch out to Tokyo,
She never been in Japan
LOL I be, "Bitch, where you at?"

I feel like I'm Chris Paul in this bitch
Ima pull up and rock out in this bitch
I told the security, open the door
But I ain't even showing up in this bitch
Fuck all that love shit counterfeit
I don't even know what your problem is
She getting mad cause I keep breaking all her pinky promises

I broke the money counter
Swear to god I be counting
Way too much money in this bitch
I fell in love with her love
But I don't really want the girl,
I just fuck up on the bitch
My gun Kung-Fo, it do Jitsu
So I feel like a black belt in this bitch
I told her to settle down with the kid
Or we could go 100 rounds in this bitch

We going 200 on the E-Way
It's a fast car like a NASCAR
Bad bitch with a bad boy,
She abandoned, got a cold heart
Ksubi Jeans, Alexander McQueen
We mixing designer with Chrome Heart
Bought a two doors, took the top off
Issa low car, like a go-kart
No, no, don't get up in your feelings today
Started drinking, she pouring the pain
She tired of feeling the same
Uh
She thinking that she running away
But she been running in place
Can't get away from her pain,
Uh

I'm sorry I declined you, I just hate seeing you call
I'm sorry to remind you, I don't hate you at all
Keep pretending you happy, you ain't happy at all
You just happy you moved on from somebody you love

I feel like I'm Chris Paul in this bitch
Ima pull up and rock out in this bitch
I told the security, open the door
But I ain't even showing up in this bitch
Fuck all that love shit counterfeit
I don't even know what your problem is
She getting mad cause I keep breaking all her pinky promises

I broke the money counter
Swear to god I be counting
Way too much money in this bitch
I fell in love with her love
But I don't really want the girl,
I just fuck up on the bitch
My gun Kung-Fo, it do Jitsu
So I feel like a black belt in this bitch
I told her to settle down with the kid
Or we could go 100 rounds in this bitch,
Uh