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(MIA JAY C) oh yeah
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Your weave long, check, your nails did, check (oh yeah)
Your gettin' to a check, on your way to a jet
You ain't got no time to waste, you like, "Hold up for who?"
You ain't fuckin' with niggas with too much growin' up to do
You know your goals and you know your worth
And you ain't scared to cut 'em off even if it hurt (fuck 'em)
You know you won't be down for long, you know how it work (you know that)
You fuck with somebody, it's genuine, it ain't about a purse (genuine)
Try to walk to on you, you ain't no doormat (you not)
He ain't gon' find another you and you know that (he not)
Don't nobody owe you nothin', but the truth, they owe that (truth)
Lost a real one, you lookin' good, he gon' be sick when you post that
Ayy, you been hurt before (hurt before), it was a learnin' lesson (learnin' lesson)
They did you a favor (yeah), they don't deserve the blessin' (don't deserve the blessin')
And when they come crawlin' back, they get them green texts (new phone)
They should've known you was the one just off that first connection (off that first one)
Your weave long, check, your nails did, check (check)
Your gettin' to a check (check), on your way to a jet (jet)
You ain't got no time to waste, you like, "Hold up for who?" (Who?)
You ain't fuckin' with niggas with too much growin' up to do (that's childish)
Your weave long, check, your nails did, check (check)
Your gettin' to a check (check), on your way to a jet (jet)
You ain't got no time to waste, you like, "Hold up for who?" (Who?)
You ain't fuckin' with niggas with too much growin' up to do (that's childish)
Ayy, blue bills, green texts, leave a nigga on read
Runnin' up a bag even when I'm laid in the bed (check)
I tell a nigga, "Keep me out the rotation" (take me out)
Pretty and expensive locations, ain't waitin' on no nigga (fuck that)
W-Y-Din' me gon' get you put on DND (blocked)
Bad boss beauty, triple threat, boy, I'm three for three (swish)
Too solid, I could never be a option (no)
It's cool to hold me down, but we ain't nothin' 'til we locked in (boy, we done)
A real one would never try and stop you on the go (he won't)
Support your dreams, even front the money for your goals (he will)
Good dick and lies never kept me from a bag (fuck nah)
Put no niggas first until he make his name my last
Your weave long, check, your nails did, check (check)
Your gettin' to a check (check), on your way to a jet (jet)
You ain't got no time to waste, you like, "Hold up for who?" (Who?)
You ain't fuckin' with niggas with too much growin' up to do (that's childish)
Your weave long, check, your nails did, check (check)
Your gettin' to a check (check), on your way to a jet (jet)
You ain't got no time to waste, you like, "Hold up for who?" (Who?)
You ain't fuckin' with niggas with too much growin' up to do (that's childish)
Ayy, you been hurt before (hurt before), it was a learnin' lesson (learnin' lesson)
They did you a favor (yeah), they don't deserve the blessin' (don't deserve the blessin')
And when they come crawlin' back, they get them green texts (new phone)
They should've known you was the one just off that first connection (off that first one)
And you was down, yeah, but you good now (but you good now)
Ain't got no curfew, you single with your own spot (your own crib)
Let's make a toast to movin' on, ayy, it's shot o'clock (take it)
You gettin' to a bag, bitch, I wish you would stop (I wish you would)