Lyrics

I just wanna take you out
I just wanna take you
I got nothing in my pockets
Oh no
I know why you're out
Messing around with dudes that got it
I can't provide the fancy things
No baby
When I call you that's your ring
That's about all I can do
I'm just a man that begs for change
But I've been begging for a while now baby
Trust me it's all the same
And baby I know your type
I know
You like to play games
You make decisions based off of a dollar sign
If I had one I would probably still give you mine
But you ain't satisfied
You don't even lie
You look me right in the eye
Wish I was the type of guy
To spend and provide
Hand you cash when you cry
Bitch it wouldn't even be enough if I died
I can't provide the fancy things
No baby
When I call you that's your ring
That's about all I can do
I'm just a man that begs for change
But I've been begging for a while now baby
Trust me it's all the same
And don't worry you'll get put in your place
The way you treat me don't match your expensive taste
You got a low class attitude
Don't worry she'll take two
I know you love it when these boys wrap around your finger
And you pay your bills with your throat
But your not a good singer
But you are a good sinner
And you never pay for dinner
And you haven't won shit but got trophies just like a winner
Let it simmer
Yeah but you're so damn fine
So maybe one date would change my mind
Oh
I can't provide the fancy things
No baby
When I call you that's your ring
That's about all I can do
I'm just a man that begs for change
But I've been begging for a while now baby
Trust me it's all the same
And I'mma be begging here forever
Written by: Jake Stark, Taha Beats
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