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[Intro: quinn & Clairo]

I'm a controlling bitch

Every second counts

I don't wanna talk

[Verse 1: FearDorian]

I ain't asking for much, nigga talk down, he get packed in a blunt

Nigga move stupid as hell, I ain't backing him up

My new bitch gotta match my steez, she know I'm bad as fuck

Spilt the molly water on my T, it had me mad as fuck

Nigga flexing on the Gram with bands, but it ain't adding up

Send a package to wxst, bitch, who's bagging it up?

Take everything this bitch-ass nigga own, he's bragging too much

Dropped a lo' to the crib, I hope she ain't setting me up

So I got my eyes low as fuck

And the grabba keep packin' a punch

See her at the function and shit, this bitch is tryna hunch

Had to tell her I'm too locked in, now this music shit got me stuck

We don't ever play his shit on the airways 'cause this nigga suck

Nigga not going nowhere, hе ain't working enough

Streets say, "You always going somewherе," bitch, I'm working too much

I'm in too many bags, shawty, I'm runnin' it up (I'm runnin' it up)

[Verse 2: quinn & Clairo]

(Every second counts) Ayy

I got a bone to pick

I'm in the building, won't leave 'til I own the shit

I need to own the shit

Find out you dropping and I'ma step over it

Done with the sober shit

Pass me the spliffy, I don't care who rolled the shit

Can't believe that I wrote this shit

I heard the beat then I started to flow with it

I'm making moves in the back, but I gotta be quiet, it ain't no exposing it

If it involves losing money, the fuck made you think that I was gonna go with it?

We pull up on you then take everything that you have, 'cause I'm in control of shit

If I find out where you stay, I'ma send a few niggas to come and patrol your shit

My lil' bro get distracted, he findin' himself inside all of the hoes and shit

He ain't a dummy, he make hella money, he don't got a problem with focusin'

Stick in the buggy, it's tucked underneath of the seat, huggin' the floor and shit

All of my niggas ain't make it yet, so I don't wanna talk about the dough I get

I say "Where you at, where you been?"

Mm-mm, I'm a controlling bitch

Niggas be broke in the crib doing jack, like money ain't nothing to go and get

It's to the point where I'm coughing up blood and losing the skin in my nose and shit

[Outro: Clairo]

Hahaha!

Every second counts

I don't wanna talk to you anymore, and

All these little games

You can call me by the name I gave you