Lyrics:

Throw it all
They ain't even really gotta know about us so
I just hopped off that FaceTime wit' Teyana
I just hopped off the FaceTime wit' Teyana
Ooh, you a fine little mama
Only go hard when I want it
And I'm on my grind little mama
I don't got the time little mama
You know that you mine little mama
But I'ma cosign little mama
Shawty all I'm tryna say
I'd be lyin' if I say I didn't want you
Do it for the gram and it's all you
Shawty all I'm tryna say
You know I will fuck you, oh-oh
Shawty all I'm tryna say
Dreams of fuckin' me and RnB bitch, B Bitch
Singin' all them notes, and showin' cleavage, cleavage
Yeah, you know I got it for you girl
You know you're just the type I like
T.T. you that RnB bitch
Fuck all of this talkin', lets get wit' it
All I'm tryna say is that you got it and I peeped it
And this shit on my mind and I cannot keep it a secret
So you just know
I'm focused, I'm focused, you know I'm focused
I noticed, you noticed
I know you noticed, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just hopped off that FaceTime wit' Teyana
Damn you a fly lil' mama
I'll fly my ass out to Harlem
Just to come fuck with you mama
Fly you right back out Miami
No, y'all just don't understand me
No, y'all just don't understand me
I'm peepin' all of your pictures
I'm peepin' all of your figure
I see it all in your mixture
You got it, all the shit I like
I can't ignore it
Yeah, yeah
I remember we was talkin' on the FaceTime
You was tellin' me the shit you was doin'
And I swear girl I was on the same vibe
Oh, you working on the album up north
Well I'm tryna' come thru' on it
Tell you what to do on it