I know you wanna take me home But you gotta get, get, get But you owe me dick, dick, dick I can feel your intentions (Who are you) You ain't gon' make it to my phone Everything click, click, clicked By the way he licked his lips I can feel his intentions (Uh-uh, who are you) When he hit my DM, it's always at 10:30 PM After I posted a trap Took me a sec to see why he did Then, I closed it and laughed (Ha ha) You're way too old and you're way too grown To be openin' apps, sending me pics Of your boner and selfies of you in a mirror I don't wanna have, it's unattractive I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't Fuck him, take home a taxi, lying 'bout G's He don't got, nigga, please, could you stop I can see in your hand those are keys to a Camry Please, understand me You can't motivate a bitch with food I'm not a dog, but I'm begging you Up and away, I am very moved And flattered And appalled, it's a pattern You devolved to a child With the complex and the baggage You ain't bagging, doesn't matter When you badger and you lose some And you win none, you get sour Nigga, where the fuck are your manners I know you wanna take me home But you gotta get, get, get But you owe me dick, dick, dick I can feel your intentions (Who are you) You ain't gon' make it to my phone Everything click, click, clicked By the way he licked his lips I can feel his intentions (Uh-uh, who are you)