Assumptions

Say you been a bad bitch? Well, tell me what you really about, girl Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, you savage? Tell me what you really about, girl Yeah, just pour me Patron No way, I ain't sippin' alone You my baby, I been hittin' your phone Huh, you a savage Oh yeah, you a bad bitch Make it move just like magic Make it move just like magic A nigga want smoke, and I came with that static A nigga want smoke, know I'm ready to bag it A nigga want smoke, and I came with a Patek A nigga want smoke, run a play like it's Madden I can't make no— I can't make no mistakes I can't make no— I can't make no mistakes I gotta see you I gotta see all your face I gotta see you No one takin' your place Pull up, know you all mine, all mine Pull up, know you so fine, know you so fine Pull up, make you all mine, make you all mine Pull up, know you so fine, know you so fine Bad bitch, and she tatted right up In the club, and she fuckin' it up Lil' mama too bad, know she one of them ones Brown skin, fine shit Tell shawty, pull up, pop it I wanna be lip-lip lockin' So tell me, are you locked in? Ain't no runnin' I turn that nothing to something Oh, are you up to something? No, please don't make assumptions Slim waist and the brown skin Turn a nigga to a has-been Shawty, why you always actin'? Was tapped out, now they tapped in I can't let go You my favorite, you know I won't play about you, you know Know they gon' hate, and you know Runnin' it up Young nigga fuckin' shit up You got me smackin' your butt Now I'm in all of your guts