(Intro: Elijah Blake)
This sh** gon' clean up
This sh** gon' clean up, eh
This sh** gon' clean up
This sh** gon' clean up
(Pre Hook: Elijah Blake)
She says she got a man but she all up in my Jeep
Said her Papa was a preacher so I know she a freak
Giver her tender loving care, I ain't really tryna creep
Heard you lookin' for a swimmer so I gotta go deep
(Hook: Elijah Blake)
This could be us, but you playin'
White Porsche outside, what you sayin?
Dunno what it is, f** your man
This could be us, but you playin'
(Verse 1: DeStorm Power)
You say you tired of lames
These n***as need cleats, the way they play games
f** the hopin' and wishin', girl i'll be your cushion when lookin' for change
f** 'em if they all turn down on the table
f** 'em if they're only real plan is the cable
f** him if you been together more than four months and he never took you out the city once (just lunch!)
I swear you need somebody, thats gonna take care o' that body
Let me dive in that pool, I swear to God imma hit the bottom every time
(Hook)
(Verse 2: DeStorm Power)
You live in Atlanta, we met at Coachella
Say they can't stand that you hang with the fellas
That n***a broke, what the f** he gon' tell ya?!
Half black and Spanish, these b**hes are jealous
Of you! Cause you got that a**
All these b**hes be squattin' for
Plotting on you he just holding on
Tell me how you not En Vouge?
Black girls taking shots like a camera
White girls love chocolate bananas
You could be hella' faded
I'm just tryna hit on you like Solange in an elevator
(Hook)
(Bridge: DeStorm Power (x4))
Forget about your man
He ain't even your plan
Right now this yo' jam
This you're jam, this you're jam
(Pre Hook)
(Hook)