Hmm (we got London on da Track)
Hmm

Hmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish
Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight
Come stay for good because I want all of you for tonight
Touch on me good, boy, know I like that
Why you keep on looking? Not the eyesight
I keep saying, hmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (my)

Look, If I had to go twenty four hours
without my nigga, I swear to God I would die
He go to court 'cause he got a case
in the feds, I swear to God I would lie
If he get knocked, come home saying
We Muslim, shit, Alhamdulillah
Yeah, I do a hell of a job, keeping it
wet and I'm sucking him dry like, uh
He got an accent (yeah)
he don't be cappin' and he be trappin' (facts)
And he tapped in, he got him a baddie
that's how I be actin' (ha)
I'm spoiled, I be misbehavin' (misbehavin')
He know I drive him crazy
Rain cold and I be cheesin' (mwah)
He know I'm never leavin'

Hmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish
Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight
Come stay for good
because I want all of you for tonight
(ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)
Touch on me good, boy
know I like that (ooh, ah, shit, boy
you got the right bitch)
Why you keep on looking?
Not the eyesight (ooh, ah, shit, yeah
you got the right bitch)
I keep saying, hmm, yeah, Mr. Right Guy (my)
(ooh, ah, shit, yeah, you got the right, look)

If you ain't never been through it
you ain't really into it (nope)
Me and him always into it (huh)
First you go through shit, then you get through it (yeah)
Can't just put an end to it (nah)
Got the code to your phone, so I been through it
If I asked for the ho, then I been knew it (huh)
This a nice house that we got right here, I hit up
So drive my Benz through it
Every day a bad bitch get fumbled (fumbled)
Every day a dumb nigga get humbled (humbled)
You broke my heart into pieces (facts)
Why you sitting there looking puzzled? (Shit)
I ain't stayin' here throwing a fit (no)
I'm going out, let me throw in a fit (hmm)
Somethin' tight to show off the tits
You gon' be tagged when I post up the pics

Let me tell you how this gonna go (ay)
You gon' keep calling my phone (no)
I'ma keep pressing declined
I'm textin' you, calling you broke
That's how you know, you gotta go (hmm)
Double up, it go in the Maybach (Maybach)
Hmm, tryna get your baby (hmm)
Hmm, and you know I don't play that
Hmm, hope I don't need payback
I can get petty and hope that you're ready
Crazy emotional, not that I'm boring
Messy but I can get clean for this Getty

Hmm, Mr. Right Guy playing with me, foolish
Because I bite, I've been hearing you want some of my sight
Come stay for good
because I want all of you for tonight
(ooh, ah, shit, boy, you got the right bitch)
Touch on me good, boy
know I like that (ooh, ah, shit, boy
you got the right bitch)
Why you keep on looking?
Not the eyesight (ooh, ah, shit, yeah
you got the right bitch)
I keep saying, hmm, yeah
Mr. Right Guy (my) (ooh, ah, shit, yeah
you got the right, huh)