old ways

Tell me it's workin, brand new royce with the curtains

I can't go back to the old ways cause I'm always searchin

She keep on hittin' my phone up, baby, I'm not your servant, huh

Hop on the beat and I'm slippin, slidin' like a **** was surfin, huh

Ain't got no problem with these ****, but **** be curses, huh

She suckin' me up, sound like Kirby, she throwin' that ass, so it's workin

Baby, I'll buy you a Birkin, like, fuck all that shit you deserve

If I ain't the man of your dreams, then baby, tell me why you be doin' this flirtin

I really don't get it

These **** be cappin' like they was a fitted, I make them diminish

I gotta carry a gun around cause these bitches be hatin' on ****

I am the one that's gon' put these **** on the map and I promise I finish

Every time I say I love you, baby, I mean it, no, I ain't kiddin

These **** be soft like a kitten, whippin' up bitch in the kitchen

When I'm talkin, I swear they gon' listen

Giela