(Luca on the track)

You deserve a Patek and a Birky, look
I know I'm heavy, but I'm ready for you
It's been a while, know my savages is thirsty
Somebody 'round me catch a body, girl, I'm headin' to you
Ooh, somebody try to touch my chain and we gon' murk 'em (ooh)
'Bout twenty-five inside the Glocky, let it burn, mm (let it burn, ooh)
Like Michael Jack', can you just rock with me like? Look
Like Kawasaki, come through, ride like a bike and you come through
Like how your Birkins always complement your Hermès sandals
Ass fat, Lululemon them tights if you want to
Say my name, make you yell it out on purpose
Tat my name on you, spell it out in cursive
Jump in the Maybach, we can hide behind the curtains
Knew shit got crazy when the Perkies wasn't workin'
Heard about you rattin', try to call, don't got no service
Try to catch me lackin', it's too bad, this .40 turn shit
Mm, I really mean it when I said I, I love you so
Turned to a demon when you left, you left me in the cold
And I ain't know nothin', I was stupid, I was buggin', I was fine by myself

When you left, you lost a part of me
Who put Chrome Heart on your sleeve?
You know that's all me
You was 'posed to be my favorite
No chasin' when it's up in your cup
Closet for him, I replaced all your stuff
New hoes in my face tryna get in my bed
I'm just sayin', baby, you was 'posed to be my favorite

I'm just sayin' it's your beauty, shawty
Even though your sweatpants say Juicy and it's jiggly
Never said it, but I like you better naked, icy necklace
She like, "What you doin'? Come through" Got off the exit
Park the Bentley, know I like flexin'
Always puttin' you first, should've put you second, though
Guess I never learned my fuckin' lesson
Still smell your perfume in my bed
Guess I woke up on the wrong side
Tryna figure out where the hell I went wrong, I
Will never ever disrespect, I put you courtside
I'm from the Bronx, I got an X under my eye for it
I got a Glocky in my pants and you could die for it
Yeah, I'm a dog, ain't got no roof (woo)
I'm in a coupe and if I tell a nigga shoot, then he gon' slide for it
Goin' crazy, I really need you back in my life, baby

When you left, you lost a part of me
Who put Chrome Heart on your sleeve?
You know that's all me
You was 'posed to be my favorite
No chasin' when it's up in your cup
Closet for him, I replaced all your stuff (I replaced all your stuff)
New hoes in my face tryna get in my bed
I'm just sayin', baby, you was 'posed to be my favorite

When you left, I lost a part of me
Chrome Heart on your sleeve
You was 'posed to be my favorite
No chasin' when it's up in your cup
And I replaced all your stuff
And it ain't nobody better Writer/s: Artist Dubose, Bobby Womack, Jermaine Mauldin, Johnta Austin, Joshua Moreau, Kenneth Edmond, Luca Fano-Caroti, Mariah Carey, Mauel Seal, Patrick Moten, Sandra Sully, Sidney Johnson, Stanley Bristol, Tyler Gabriele
Publisher: Bluewater Music Corp., CREATE MUSIC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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