[Chorus]
How you gon' say you love me?
How you gon' say you love me?
You don't do nothing for me
Why ya face looking funny?
Why ya face looking funny?
You don't do nothing for me
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
You don't do nothing for me
You ain't coughing up the money
You ain't coughing up the money
You don't do nothing for me
[Bridge]
You know you ain't never did nothing for me
You never greased my scalp
You never called me an Uber
You never picked no fruits for a nigga
[Verse 1]
Why, why you think I need you?
'Cause we cute when we cuff on the 'Gram for the people
Inbox in my phone stay peaceful
Got you thinkin' you the only man that I speak to
You know you never got the leaked nudes
Or the mirror selfie with the lingerie see-through
I let a dude know what he don't do, what I go through
And you can't say I ain't told you
It's what I do, when I do it they say I do it right
Where you be? I can't see you, ma, 'cause all you do is hide
I'm bubbling, bitch, so watch out, if the block is hot tonight
The vibe is like the night, the night
Got a plot to get it poppin' doing some shopping
Copping frontal in Egyptian cotton
I got that work, fruits, veggies, let me get to chopping
Chopped the broccoli like bricks of Colombiana
Don't bring the drama, I got them scissors
Slit ya, I'm Lorena Bobbit
How you gon' say you love me, dude?
Know you saw me at the door
You turned the cheek, then proceeded to parlez with the freaks
Why you can't keep it cute? Can you keep it neat
With your undercover lovers up under my bedroom sheets?
Sleepin' in my bed, got Dru Hill on repeat
Now my mood too rude, my attitude not sweet
I can't trust these fools, just get the hell away from me
I'm screamin', "fuck these dudes, no appetite for the D!"
[Chorus]
How you gon' say you love me?
How you gon' say you love me?
You don't do nothing for me
Why ya face looking funny?
Why ya face looking funny?
You don't do nothing for me
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
You don't do nothing for me
You ain't coughing up the money
You ain't coughing up the money
You don't do nothing for me
You don't do nothing for me [x12]
[Verse 2]
Lemon lust mixed with ice cubes 'cause the feeling's strong
Lurk your social media, now the feeling's gone
Shout out to potential papis who did me wrong
Won't stop me, defi-not-ly
Your new shorty is not me, I'm on
Your choice in quality too monotonous
Join me on this journey through Junglepussy metropolis
I got this, yearning for a story to see how I profit
You tryna grow or get low in the gossip?
Who you know? Everybody know who got hits
Who might miss, who topless, who liked whose pics
He had the sweatpants with the eggplant print
I swear, no need to stare, so sexy I gotta squint
Transitioning with the tint
Lucid dreaming, scheming on penis
Fucking, feeding me shrimps
Zetus lapetus, plea to Jesus
I pray my daughter's a natural born diva, Aretha, Nina
And not the kinda chick waiting for a buster to leave her
[Chorus]
How you gon' say you love me?
How you gon' say you love me?
You don't do nothing for me
Why ya face looking funny?
Why ya face looking funny?
You don't do nothing for me
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
Think you dealing wit' a dummy
You don't do nothing for me
You ain't coughing up the money
You ain't coughing up the money
You don't do nothing for me
You don't do nothing for me [x12]
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