(Verse 1 – Bryson Tiller)
This what happen when I think about you
I get in my feelings, yeah
I start reminiscing, yeah
Next time around, f**k, I want it to be different, yeah
Waiting on a sign, guess it’s time for a different prayer
Lord, please save her for me, do this one favor for me
I had to change my player ways, got way too complicated for me
I hope she’s waiting for me
Everywhere she go they playing my song
That’s why I say the things that I say
That way I know you can’t ignore me
But so, so
(Chorus – Bryson Tiller)
So give me all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
(Verse 2 – Ace Hood)
I can’t believe I fell in love with you
Got me in my feelings yea
S**t didn’t even ready start, ni**a going crazy for you
I prolly raise that pistol bout you
Them rumors that you heard are not true
I’m tryna fill that void inside you
I wanna roll up and get f**ked up and put licks out on that pu**y
I’m so Hood and this d**k good, I’ll have you all in my bushes
That’s promise baby
Lets switch this conversation, with that performance in the bed you need a nomination
Girl you drive me crazy
Others they betrayed me
You might have my baby
I know that’s a maybe
Pull off in a MayBee
That’s that new Mercedes
I was out of order girl, I needed rearranging
You deserve a real one
I’m solid that’s the pavement
Killing ni**as, grave sh*t
Girl let emg hate it
You f**king with me
Pause
Cause I need you love girl
Like I need that money
How bout we f**k on a bed full of hundreds
I mean that
Tell em lil ni**as to..back
Hop upon on that teletrack
Listen up and play it back
They gon have a heart attack
Bi**hes want that chocolate
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Bryson Tiller)
Yeah, is you at 2 Keys or Tin Roof?
Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose
Maybe I’m lowkey feeling you, don’t be cynical
Won’t f**k you over, wanna f**k you over and again
The truth is I ain’t really here to start problems
Girl, I swear to God them hoes can’t never say they got him
Know how bad you wanna tell em, don’t try him
I don’t wanna tell him, let’s surprise him
I don’t wanna get into it, why you stressing him, I’ve been driving
Back and forth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage
On the whip, got your ass in my grip
College make you wanna strip for them dollars
Nah girl, I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you
Saw you strolling through the campus, I had to stop for you
I was scrolling through the gram, girl, I had to follow you
Say what’s up with you? You got my soul
