[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
Girl you actin' stupid
I think you kinda clueless
I don't wanna f** but you know how to play games
Girl you actin' childish (whoa)
Girl you actin' childish (whoa, yeah, yeah)
Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)
Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)
Girl you actin' childish
[Verse 1: Vell]
Damn I miss my thick [?] Trina
Ride the dick so good like my Bimmer
When I seen you at the mall you was peepin'
Same day on the IG creepin'
In my DM like "Vell, hit me up"
I'm thinkin' in my head like man I'm finna f**
Called her on my phone I'm finna pull up
Bounce out fifty down I got my Benz up
I ain't tryin' to play no games I'm tryin' to luck up
And I been about my money call it slow bucks
You gotta get a clue baby
These hundreds blue I'mma throw this money up
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Vell]
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
Real n***a A1 cut from the cloth
Used to take you to the mall, showed you how to ball
Now you blowin' up my phone and I don't accept calls
Gucci, Louis, Prada, Giuseppe, we trippin'
f**in' hella models, champagne we sippin'
I tried to hit her on the low-low
But you was playin' hella games ho
And I ain't f**in' with you no mo'
By the way I f**ed TT [?]
I'm the man in my city, East Oakland
And when we ride around the city yeah we smokin', ho
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign] (x2)
Why you wanna
Play the games on me?
Girl you f**in' with a grown man
And I ain't got time for that no
[Hook]