[Intro: Kiiara]
Lookin’ for my mans, love findin’ my mans,
Spend a hundred grand, that’s a fuckin’ hundred bands!
He lookin’ at me, he ’bout to get blocked,
Blocked like the guy who think he mine, but free not.
[Verse 1: Ashley All Day]
Fuckboy shoot his shot, he gettin’ blocked like Mutombo,
Spend a hundred bands I fuck it up just for fun, though, (Bitch)
Swervin’ in the Benz, lil’ bitch get a band,
All my bitches, they on ten, and you know they badass tens.
F&N with the big dick, big clip,
Got shooters on click-click, won’t miss, (Nope)
Brown paper bag and it’s filled with them rubberbands, (Cash)
I ain’t sweatin’ no nigga, I be coolin’ like a fan. (Burr)
[Chorus: Kiiara]
Back that on me, keep your distance on me, she could wait for love,
You’re so foolish, you a fool, you really thought she gave a fuck,
You’re so foolish, you-you a fool, you really thought… Fuck!
[Verse 2: Ashley All Day]
In the field, no not NFL, (Nah)
Chopper get to drummin’ like some hi-hats on FL, (Bitch)
Watch the Washingtons while I’m chiefin’ on an L, (Gas)
Servin’ all these loads, I’ma need a bigger scale. (I’ma need a nigga scale)
All this bread, no jelly, (Nope) pull off in a Chevy, (Skrrt)
I’ma go get it, bitch, fetti flowin’ steady,
Always ready for the plot, still pourin’ straight drop,
No lease, all bought, lil’ dummy, what you thought? (Huh? Huh?)
[Chorus: Kiiara]
Back that on me, keep your distance on me, she could wait for love,
You’re so foolish, you a fool, you really thought she gave a fuck,
You’re so foolish, you-you a fool, you really thought… Fuck!