I don't even know why you whine
You know we gon' motherfuckin' shine
Pull up round motherfuckin' nine
Backbone have some damn spine
Put a statue on the shrine
Garlic butter chicken with some thyme
Yeah I need a crib like Great Gatsby
When you step off in my door better be classy
Like damn, girl, the way that you strut
Or the way your dress huggin' when it's cuffin your butt
Or the way that you be lookin', I need all of your love
And the way your body built I know you came from above
And I'm like, ooh, shit, I just introduced me
Ooh shit, girl, you a cutie
Goddamn, shape of your booty
And the way I feel, you know it felt like a movie
Push the whip from Texas straight to Cali to explore
Middle of the country where the country meets the shore
First she used to play me, now she text and get ignored
Don't know what she on, but my plane is about to board

I don't know what she on
(I don't know what she on)
I don't know what she on
(I don't even know what she want)
I don't know what she on
How you get the number to my phone
Like I ain't remember that you tried to do me wrong