Round After Round

Round after round, we done made this shit a habit Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want F*ck that little nigga, you do whatever you want Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't I get it The way that dress hug your body, my God The way you put that ass on me, my God Aye, who made you like this? My God And you brought a friend too, my God I be runnin' through the streets with a light jog She be creepin' to the crib through the night fog If he switch up over pussy, that ain't my dog This 365, I ain't had a night off Spend somebody's mortgage, that's how I'm feelin' today Take somebody's wife, that's how I'm feelin' today The way we actin' in the section, got 'em feelin' a way Entertainin' hoes is how I'm healin' today If you see me on her mutuals with you, bet I fucked We don't wear Denim Tears, yeah, them shits suck You ain't welcome here if you ain't one of us If you tied down with him, free yourself with us baby Round after round, we done made this shit a habit Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want F*ck that little nigga, you do whatever you want Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't I get it You can find me in the club Shot after shot, in this bitch gettin' drunk I'm in to having sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug when you ready to leave or somethin' Shake ass, girl, like it's your birthday And I'ma fly you out, girl, like it's your birthday Tell him bring the bottles out like it's your birthday You should've been fuckin' with me in the first place Round after round, we done made this shit a habit Rich in real life, we don't do this for the captions Then it's after hours at the crib in Calabasas Yeah, he brought her out, she disappear with us like magic On my Bryson Tiller, she get whatever she want F*ck that little nigga, you do whatever you want Patek or the Audemar, it's whatever you want Always say you gon' leave me alone, but you don't I get it