Текст песни WTV - Pap Chanel

Oh, baby, it's up to me, I told you to stay, stay
Oh, baby, it's up to me, I told you to stay, stay
In my home, girl, put me on the move, what's the vibe?
Every nigga with a bag in my tight
Matter of fact, with a girl in her ice
I'm tryna keep this fuckboy off my mind tonight

Call a friend, drop the pen, call a brother
Get a band from some hoes that want both of us
Call a friend, drop the pen, call a brother
Get a band from some hoes that want both of us

Call that vile who like shoppers, breeze and tell him let's go out
Let's go splurge in L.A. and just say it's been a while
Pull up on that flexing nigga since he run him out
Pozo by the pool, I'm not cropping titties out
Start 67, I got you so desperate
Too busy doing me, I didn't get your message

Got tired of telling you, don't miss out on your blessing
You gon' learn your lesson when you find a
I'm single again, back on the prop
Thought it was worthy, I don't know how
I don't know how, I don't know how
I'm single again

In my home, girl
Put me on the move, what's the vibe?
Every nigga with a bag in my tight
Matter of fact, with a girl in her ice
I'm tryna keep this fuckboy off my mind tonight

Call a friend, drop the pen, call a brother
Get a band from some hoes that want both of us
Call a friend, drop the pen, call a brother
Get a band from some hoes that want both of us

I'm single again, back on the prop
Thought it was worthy, I don't know how
I don't know how, I don't know how
I'm single again