I don't even be clubbin
If you ever see me out

You know I'ma keep it trill
All the drinks is on me
If I run into her, it's gon' be a stampede
And she talk to other guys
But she know what it's gon' be
And if her man want them problems
Then we mask up and go creep

They say angels got both wings
Body language we both speak
She ride that, and she don't speed
Gas tank be on E so tell me why you trippin
All over some picture
What's the point in catchin' feelins if
I'm not gon' catch em witcha?

He said I know we in the club
And you came here with your friends
I know you hate being in love
And you prolly heard this over and over again
But baby when the beat goes in
I bet you turn into a freak
And you were feelin that Clicquot then
But now you're feelin on me
And I said I ain't tryin to be with you