Hittin' Me up

Bitch you love my style Yea yea yea I'm sick of your girl hittin' me up Sick of your girl hittin' me up Won't you tell her please please stop Sick of your girl hittin' me up Can you tell her please stop Sick of your girl hittin' me up Ay, won't you tell her please please stop Sick of your girl hittin' me up I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they, what I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they She don't lie but don't tell you So tell me what's the difference Laying next to you She stretched the truth like fucking fitness Pressing hella questions When deep down you know the business She gets down like depression Prescriptions cannot fix this Honestly, she's not broken to get fixed But ironically, she's looking for a fix yea Late night hear the text tone She take the phone to the next room You're dead sleep and she dead wrong You're dead sleep and she dead wrong I'm sick of your girl hittin' me up Sick of your girl hittin' me up Ay, won't you tell her please please stop Sick of your girl hittin' me up I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they I don't think you understand the dream I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they I don't think you understand the dream Things aren't always what they But I go hard I'm still the goat yea Swim through the track just like a moat