Control

[Intro] Hello? What's up? I'm in the studio No, hell no No I don't got nothing I'ma call you back, man I'ma call you back, I'ma call you back when I leave the studio Alright, I'ma call you back [Chorus] She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind, but I don't have no time [Verse 1] She a scorpio Oh, she like the devil though Oh, but I can't let her go She used to be my homie though Now act like she don't know me though And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her I'm doing shows, but I'm still calling and still texting her She fuck with me 'cause I stay real, no I don't flex to her In states with different hoes but she couldn't tell when I laid next to her But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her A lil' down bitch, he think she a rider But she think he a provider Keep her dipped in designer Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup Let her have the keys if you drive something She don't let him fuck if he ain't buy her nothing I'm MOB and I let God be my witness Feds snatched her, she told everything, don't let 'em know your business These bitches [Chrous] She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time [Verse 2] Say she ain't never going back to not having shit She say she ain't gave a nigga her heart who ain't damage it She say she can't stand niggas, she say we so scandalous She say she can't fall in love, her heart like a mannequin This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about She just want a new car, she want a new bag She don't fuck with last season, she want that new swag She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash Dex put her on Balmain, ain't even buy his ass a du-rag When that paper dried up, that's when she moved back These bitches ain't shit dog, I already knew that She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes She just want control in your mind, in your soul In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes That's a double wrong, what you focused on? [Chorus] She want shopping sprees Oh, she want designer jeans Oh, she want a wedding ring Oh, she bringing anything She give me anything She want control of me Oh, she want a hold on me Oh, she want my soul from me She tryna fuck my mind but I don't have no time