(WhiteBoyMadeThis)
Aight, yeah, yeah, yeah

He takin' you out your element, I'm puttin' you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
He takin' you out your element, I'm puttin' you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad

I ain't no trick, but for my bitch, I'll buy whatever (no cap)
She a bad bitch, I'm a rich nigga, now put two and two together
She match my style (yeah)
Shout-out to the light-skins, but I like my bitch pretty brown (yeah)
He been throwin' you off lately, come get comfortable with a thug (yeah)
In the passenger seat ridin', TLC, his ass a scrub (uh-huh)
Man, that nigga poor, I pull up some' foreign
Come and get you like, "Bae, it's time to go" (come on)
You know these hoes can't fuck with you, that's some' they gotta know
Way you been shittin' on these bitches got 'em pissed
You don't need a nigga for nothin', I heard you got your own shit
VVs on her neck and wrist, baby got her own kit
Baby got her own bag, she can buy her own shit
She can buy her own, she ain't gotta stay at no nigga crib because she got her own
She pay her bills, she on her shit, my lil' baby grown
Don't let no nigga knock you off your square
If he ain't tryna help you win, then that nigga weird

He takin' you out your element, I'm puttin' you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
He takin' you out your element, I'm puttin' you in your bag
You know you can't be fucked with, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad
Keep makin' these hoes mad, keep makin' these hoes mad