yeah these bitches say they love me but I don't really want em to they wanna kiss and hug me but I got shit I gotta do hittin up my phone all the time what you tryna do no I can't be your man but I can be something else I can be your little secret you ain't gotta tell throw your wishes in the well I can't supply the coins but just so we're on the same page I get paid to make the noise make a choice you can have a man with a plan or you can have a boy I'll leave it up to you but until then I'm a chuck a deuce I can't be your number two I can't fuck with you yeah these bitches say they love me but I don't really want em to they wanna kiss and hug me but I got shit I gotta do hittin up my phone all the time girl whats wrong with you girl what is wrong with you everything is right with me even if you had a blindfold id still be a sight to see ima G got my paper up like just like I climbed a tree working my way up to the finer things still don't got designers jeans tho Ballin on these haters like I shot a free throw but I know I bleed slow waste all my ammo on a bitch just to reload yeah these bitches say they love me but I don't really want em to whispering sweet nothings I know what you're Tryna do