fuk it!

Fuck it, I just want your, huh

I'm sick to my stomach, think this one girl got me dope sick

I can't show you love if I was never your first pick

Treat me like the bank, and only hit me for some French tips

You don't want me now, don't come around when Seven get rich

You ain't held me down, don't make a sound bout how I'm livin'

Seen you actin' different, must be other niggas in your phone, you entertainin'

I love you from a distance, in person you irritating

Other fishes in the sea, I'm sick and tired of waitin'

I smell your aroma at the moment while recordin in the booth, do you need more proof?

You more than a crush, could be us if you wanted to

Why you playin' with me, I would never play with you