(Stress over girls, stress over girls You stressed over girls) Bitch, your wife went, yeah
Can’t trust shit, gotta watch your right hand 2019, want your wife back She say that she wanna fuck me So I got a jimmy off the nightstand, yeah She fell in love with the right man Proper etiquette like a white man Say that your bitch is my fan She see the drip, she like that I told her I’ll be right back Shawty, I’m chasing my racks Baby, I cannot get sidetracked Girl, why you actin’ like that? I’m workin’ hard, workin’ so hard I’m tryna get mama some nice things I’m a rockstar, I don’t play guitar But I rock out, Frankie Lymon I got the sauce, you can’t find this I got this bitch, she from China She want the D, lookin’ for me I’m probably in some vagina I got the gas, give her the weed She say that she need a grinder She suckin’ me so long She just ran out of saliva These niggas hatin’ on me Old nigga, yeah, I’m sorry, your time’s up These niggas hatin’ on us Off molly ’cause these pussies designer I told her to pop out, she pull up She pussy poppin’ in pajama She pull up in Porsche, she wearin’ no panties This bitch look like Pamela Anderson, she said she a fan of me so I can smash her Damn, bitch, who the fuck raised you? You got no manners She lick on the tip, she take a sip, no Tropicana, uh I drip on your bitch, I’m in the VIP, I left with a dancer She wanna flex with a boss Let’s go to Mexico, aw I’m a professional, uh She want my testicles, aw, aw Bitch said she want diamonds and pearls But I learned my lesson, oh girl I cannot stress over girls I’m takin’ trips ’round the world
Stress over girls I cannot stress over girls Stress over girls I cannot stress over girls Stress over girls You stressed over girls I cannot stress over girls I can’t be stressed over girls