Leave your phone, come to mineYou'll catch a hint in due timeI think, think that ICould fuck the idea of him outta your mindHe said he rap, he ain't signed, thatain'tagood signChange yourmind, good conversationand some rosé wineUnless there's some other things you gotta mindYou mind me, ayy, ayyThe smoke got me talkin' in DutchA pill in Ibiza, so what?She leanin' on me, I'm her crutchShe creamin' on me, I'm her crushHer photos don't need a retouchShe askin' why haven't I nutI didn't know we in a rushEnjoyin' the moment, so hushMy album was payin' her billsI don't even need a deluxeHer stomach is flat as fuckShe still fit that shit in her gut somehowThe fat musta went in her butt somehowI don't even ask her what's upShe sayin' that shit is naturalDon't care if she makin' it upI never put you in no Uber, girlI'm always gon' send you a truckI'm always gon' keep it a buckYou give me that shit and I'm stuck