Текст песни Bia - WesWill

Phone blowing up but so is my status so get in line
Exes gon hit me like how you been doin
But you see the motion, i'm doin fine
Girl I be busy so you should be happy i'm back in the city
And making time
First it was Keisha but then it was Tori
And both of 'em down to go take a ride
New chick and she look like BIA
Broke niggas man I wouldn't wanna be ya
Locked in with my twin, no Tia
Dropping music like this is a re-up
On God i'm sill tippin' on 4 4's
And my new bitch do scam on the low low
Two shots in the dark
Pow pow, hit the mark
Check my the cart, got bread by the boat load
Look into the mirror, i'm feeling myself
I'm getting booked, can't fit on no shelf
You niggas look bad, i'm lookin' like wealth
The money come fast, but that I can't help
Say bye to your lady, she coming with me
In the whip, banging' SWV
She digging my style, she say that i'm flee
Stop texting her phone, nigga she sleep

Are you down to swing enough with me
Or could you be
Another one in my collection from the road
Listen baby, you know how it goes
Are you down to swing enough with me
Or could you be
Another one from my collection on the road
You know how it goes

Body good, shape banging
When you throw it back on me, you amaze me
Tellin' people that you ain't crazy
But you'll choke a chick like Wayne Brady
I been out in the field tryna get it popping
Ima keep it real, you the only option
You be tellin' yo gram we locked in
Got yo ex mad, that nigga watching
When a real nigga hit yo line
You should pick it up and never ever trip 'bout it
Play yo part and never play with emotions
And you'll get the love and a trip out it
I ain't seen you in a while
We shoulda been kicked it
You sippin the gin or the wine
That ain't none of your friend's business
Walk in the room, let's do what we do
I'm tryna see you with no pants on
You grab the aux and put on that Jeep Lovin
And you say this my damn song
Hit her with the dougie like Rico
Lay up, swish, free throw
You can have the pics, don't leak those
Cause you don't want nobody sayin you a freak hoe
Face pretty and the ass fat
Waist line do the disappearing act
Phone buzzin I be up in the stu
On my life it's true but you ain't hearin' that
I been out here on my young, fly nigga shit
I put that on my mama 'nem
When I touch down, come through to the spot
You already knowin' what time it is