She be jumpin’ up and down tryna fit that [bad word] in
 Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten
 All she wanna talk about is partyin’ and fashion
 Don’t know where she’s going I do not plan on asking, At all.
 Cus her spirit is free
 And she, lets nobody else in except for me
 If her basement is locked, then i swear she would agree
 I’m the only one she loves
 There’s no copies of the key, Homie That’s Guarantee.

 Don’t forget that Fendi purse that you put all your cash in
 kinda hard to concentrate when cameras are flashin’
 other dudes would suffocate her I don’t want her gaspin’
 don’t know where she’s going and I do not plan on asking
 at all, I’ve never been the type, felt alike
 lyrics courtesy of [bad word]  my connection with n-ggas that wanna fight over women, thats not right
 theres too many in the World
 homie you can have your pick
 but I swear that ones my girl
 I swear that one’s my girl…