Trey Songz lyrics

[Intro]
Can't really f*ck with you anymore

[Verse 1]
Went and bought myself some Vivienne chains with the pearls
I'm gon' make that money flip man, make that money twirl
And yo n*gga he a b*tch man, he act like a girl
If I think that you the one, I might give yo ass the world

[Chorus]
Damn—damn my money long
My lil' b*tch so bad
My di*k make her moan
I can take yo b*tch n*gga, like I am Trey Songz
I just bought some Rick, n*gga, put that sh*t right on
Skrr, skrr, skrr, in that Tesla, yeah, we gone
f*ck that ho at night, kick her out in the morning
I don't want no fight, we got pipes, get to blowin'
I don't got no type, that b*tch bad, she gon' throw it

[Verse 2]
Good gas, that sh*t smelly
Like the way I drip, say her n*gga, he so jelly'
She gon' suck up on my di*k when I'm countin' all this fetti
"Baby come my way", like a n*gga name was Fetty
White b*tch, her name Kelly
She say she already know my name before she met me
Lets go shopping, b*tch get ready
Helmut, Helmut Lang, for my baby
[Chorus]
Damn—damn my money long
My lil' b*tch so bad
My di*k make her moan
I can take yo b*tch n*gga, like I am Trey Songz
I just bought some Rick, n*gga, put that sh*t right on
Skrr, skrr, skrr, in that Tesla, yeah, we gone
f*ck that ho at night, kick her out in the morning
I don't want no fight, we got pipes, get to blowin'
I don't got no type, that b*tch bad, she gon' throw it

[Outro]
I guess this is goodbye then, 'cause I just can't really f*ck with you anymore