Bachelor lyrics

[Intro: James Blake]
Really (Ah), do you ever think about me?
Really, if you're honest with me
I'd like to say it's two-way (Ah)
Do you ever think about me?
Really, if you're honest with me
I'd like to say it's two-way
(-Makers)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Who else you thinkin' 'bout?
I can't be callin' your phone every day
f*ck is you thinkin' 'bout?
This sh*t ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart
Like the trash, you can take it out
Quit makin' up sh*t to complain about
She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch
We f*ck, then, we break up
We f*ck, then, we make up
We f*ck, then, we break up and make up
We f*cked in Jamaica
We f*cked at Bojangle
We f*cked in the back of Bottega
I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar
Now you chasing that pus*y, not paper
I slow it all down with the maple
You know I got too many flavors
[Verse 1: Gunna]
And she fell in love with her neighbor
If I hit it once, then I hit it again
Face and her body a ten
Hair blowin' in the wind
Stoppin' in town and I beat that sh*t down
And I'm back on the road again
She come on the low with her friends
She know I got hoes like I'm Prince
They print it, I get it, I count every penny
You know I got plenty of Benji's
f*ck in that new condominium
We on the balcony, we looking over the city
She know she gotta come treat the kid just like a bachelor
We never showin' no pity
You got a business then I gotta be the ambassador
We got it started in Philly

[Chorus: Gunna]
Who else you thinkin' 'bout?
I can't be callin' your phone every day
f*ck is you thinkin' 'bout?
This sh*t ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart
Like the trash, you can take it out
Quit makin' up sh*t to complain about
She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch
We f*ck, then, we break up
We f*ck, then, we make up
We f*ck, then, we break up and make up
We f*cked in Jamaica
We f*cked at Bojangle
We f*cked in the back of Bottega
I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar
You chasing that pus*y, not paper
I slow it all down with the maple
You know I got too many flavors
[Verse 2: Gunna]
Young Gunna got too many flavors, they all sittin' pretty with white on they toes
High end designer the clothes
Ridin' back of the Rolls (Back of the Rolls)
That my lil' yat, I love f*ckin' her face (Yeah)
When it come to that throat, she GOAT (She GOAT)
She swallowin' all of it, she don't choke (Don't choke)
I'm pullin' up on her for sure (For sure)
I peep that she want it, ain't give you no warnin'
We always gon' f*ck if she horny
Had a few shots and I took her right back to the spot
And I gave her the di*k 'til the mornin' (di*k 'til the mornin')
She like a shirt, I been flippin' her inside and out, our sex'll never get borin' (Get borin')
She said she think about me every time I leave out
She need to keep on recordin'

[Chorus: Gunna]
Who else you thinkin' 'bout?
I can't be callin' your phone every day
f*ck is you thinkin' 'bout?
This sh*t ain't loyal, then it's gonna spoil your heart
Like the trash, you can take it out
Quit makin' up sh*t to complain about
She lay on the couch, I'm all in her crotch
We f*ck, then, we break up
We f*ck, then, we make up
We f*ck, then, we break up and make up
We f*cked in Jamaica
We f*cked at Bojangle
We f*cked in the back of Bottega
I ordered the check, up I'm over the radar
You chasing that pus*y, not paper
I slow it all down with the maple
You know I got too many flavors
[Outro: James Blake]
(Run that back Turbo)
Really (Ah), do you ever think about me?
Really, if you're honest with me
I'd like to say it's two-way
(Ah) Do you ever think about me?
Really, if you're honest with me
I'd like to say it's two-way