(Intro) H.M what kind of girl would play him H.M What yall know about music (Verse 1) Ay I'm a good dude big dreams Good looks (nice shirt) nice jeans No tattoos (yet) but my swags mean Ay you could say you could say That we doin big things (Fly) But must be something bout me Cause shawty say she outie She packed her bags Ain't even wanna talk about it And I could stay home Like I'm hurtin poutin But damn that Tonight we goin out and I'm Finding a couple girls Poppin a hundred bottles Let's start it out with patron But we ain't drinkin water When I get back here I won't be alone You may think that this is wrong But this is not a love song (Chorus) I don't need another girlfriend No I've already been there If you a bad chick You can get all this Just call Mr. H.M (That's Me) Just know you ain't my girlfriend and all I really want's to get it in Ain't that her sister I never met the chick But I'd f** her like I missed her (Verse 2) Hey maybe I should Calm back down Go buy some flowers cards and candy Bring her back around (how sweet) But all that I wanna do right now Is turn my system up up up up Roll them windows down down See I ain't tryna stay home I'm tryna get in my zone Step out in my favorite clothes Come back with somethin to bone (Ay) It's on man I'm about to do damage I'm in the middle of a blonde brunette sammich There's just too many girls We've been poppin bottles This started out with patron Now I'm talkin to models And when I leave here I won't be alone You may think that this is wrong But this is not a love song (Chorus) I don't need another girlfriend No I've already been there If you a bad chick You can get all this Just call Mr. H.M Just know you ain't my girlfriend and all I really want's to get it in Ain't that her sister I never met the chick But I'd f** her like I missed her (Bridge) Never met the chick But I'll f** her like I'm hood Take her backstage And show her whats good Ay if you been here before And you was sad But now you mad And don't wanna care no more Just go stupid go stupid Find a shawty on the floor Bring her back home and Go stupid go stupid If i gotta let you go Then i gotta let you know Stupid girl I know that you'll regret it Imma be somethin big And all you'll be to me's A memory I could do so many things Since you left me alone But I'll probably be right here at home Writing another love song (Chorus x2)