You see why I don't give niggas my attentionWhy am I even calling thisNow he gon' think that he got it'Cause I'm over here ringing his lineWhat time is it? Oh shit, it's like 5 in the morningI'm tryna hold on, but I can't get a hold of youWhat is it you're waiting for?For me to say that we are through?So are you with me or is nothing feeling me or fronting, yeahWhen I waited on the text (It never comes)And when I waited on your ring (It never rung)I hope that you don't think you'll play me like I'm dumb'Cause I just bossed up, nigga, bossed upEsa niña e' talentosa, get your coins upEsa niña e' intelligente, tan hermosaAin't no nigga can approach yaCome here closer, let me hold yaLet me tell you 'bout the baddest bitches that I knowNever do no crying over hoes, we get the doughCounting paper, counting paper, watch it overflowThrow it like a stripperLet it flow on through the floor, then pick it upIt's a stick up, stick upLook at that fatty, getting thicker, biggerBaby girl can't get like mePut the pussy in his face, dripping on the white teeSee, I see past IG and them posts on my feedAnd you know I can read between the linesAnd know that you'll be back with time, yeahLet me tell you 'bout the baddest bitches that I knowNever do no crying over hoes, we get the doughCounting paper, counting paper, watch it overflowThrow it like a stripperLet it flow on through the floor, then pick it upIt's a stick up, stick upLook at that fatty, getting thicker, biggerI hope that you don't think you'll play me like I'm dumb'Cause I just bossed up, nigga, bossed up