[Intro]
(Can't fuck with Baby E)

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I could spend a million hours alone, but you puttin' me on
And I could spend a million days at home, still puttin' shit on
Slidin' past 'em, we splashin' 'cause I'm havin'
'Cause I make the rack do gymnastics
'Cause I fuck with you, so I cash it, there you go

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
A lot of bitches be upset 'cause they ain't fuckin' with you
You knew me way before the fame, yeah, I've been thuggin' with you (Thuggin')
I feel your heartbeat on my chest when I be huggin' on you
They had a lot of shit to say when we went public on you (Hatin')
I had a lot to choose from, you made the most sense (You did)
I left all my old hoes, they been broke since (Broke)
Nah, we ain't goin' fifty-fifty you pay no rent (Nothin')

[Verse 2: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Pull up on you in a jiffy, you take no Lyft (Take no Lyft)
You too bad to get it quick, you need the whole shit (Need the whole shit)
Couple hundred for your pedi and your toe tips (For your pedi)
Put you on that jet, your n***a had you takin' road trips (Road trips)
Pockets heavy, I don't need to ask the ho shit (Ask the ho shit)
That n***a petty, you shouldn't have to ask for no gifts (No gift)
He keeps stalkin' on your 'Gram, all right, post this (Post this)
Black shirt, black pants, we went both Rick (Both Rick)
[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I could spend a million hours alone, but you puttin' me on
And I could spend a million days at home, still puttin' shit on
Slidin' past 'em, we splashin' 'cause I'm havin'
'Cause I make the rack do gymnastics
'Cause I fuck with you, so I cash it, there you go

[Verse 3: Bino Rideaux]
Might be the one, but I guess we'll never know
If I feel somethin' in my bones, you call my phone
I can't lie 'bout it, I hope you slide 'bout it 'cause I'm dyin' 'bout it
And if I go, if you don't sit with me and cry about it
All this money on me, all this pretty shit gettin' fly out, oh, oh, oh

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
I could spend a million hours alone, but you puttin' me on
And I could spend a million days at home, still puttin' shit on
Slidin' past 'em, we splashin' 'cause I'm havin'
'Cause I make the rack do gymnastics
'Cause I fuck with you, so I cash it, there you go

[Outro: Bino Rideaux]
Might be the one, but I guess we'll never know
I feel somethin' in my bones when you blow up my phone
Can't lie 'bout it, I hope you slide 'bout it 'cause I'm dyin' 'bout it
And if I go, if you don't sit with me and cry about it
All this money on me, all this pretty shit gettin' fly out, oh, oh, oh