(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)