Control

Hello? What's up? I'm in the studio No, hell no No I don't got nothin' On nothin', um I'ma call you back, man I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back when I leave the studio Alright, I'ma call you back She want, she want shoppin' sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she ain't bringin' anything She ain't give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna f*ck my mind, but I don't have no time She a Scorpio Oh, she like the devil though Oh, but I can't let her go She used to be my homie though Now act like she don't know me though And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her I'm doin' shows, but I'm still callin' and still textin' her She f*ck with me 'cause I stay real, don't lie, don't flex to her In states with different hoes but she couldn't tell when I lay next to her But minus that she f*ck with Dex, he got that check put up He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her A lil' down bitch, he think she a rider But she think he a provider Keep her dipped in designer Really only f*ck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup Let her have the keys if you drive somethin' She don't let him f*ck if he ain't buy her nothin' I'm M-O-B and I let God be my witness Feds snatched her, she told everything, don't let 'em know your business These bitches She want shoppin' sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she ain't bringin' anything She ain't give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna f*ck my mind, but I don't have no time Say she ain't never goin' back to not havin' shit She say she ain't gave a nigga her heart who ain't damage it She say she can't stand niggas, she say we so scandalous She say she can't fall in love, her heart like a mannequin This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panickin' Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about She just want a new car, she want a new bag She don't f*ck with last season, she want that new swag She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash Dex put her on Balmain, ain't even buy his ass a du-rag When that paper dried up, that's when she moved back These bitches ain't shit dog, I already knew that She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes She just want control in your mind, in your soul In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes That's a double wrong, what you focused on? She want, she want shoppin' sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she ain't bringin' anything She ain't give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna f*ck my mind, but I don't have no time