[PnB Rock:]
(Oliver)
(Yo, Max)
Da-da, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da, oh, yeah

When we first linked up I thought I told you, girl
If you break my trust it's gon' be over, girl
Yeah, you, girl, when you, ayy
You gotta trap it out to be my soldier, girl
I'ma have you tappin' out on the sofa, girl
When you, yeah, when you, yeah

Girl, you already know what it's here for
Take that shit off soon as you hit the door
Let me see you bend over and touch your toes
I'ma pull out this camera and you strike a pose
Let's get it bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin')
Let's get it bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin'), bussin' (Bussin')
Shawty, I already know you on go
We doin' things that nobody knows
I'm grippin' her neck, I'm takin' her soul
I hit from the back, she can't take it no more
Shawty, she cold, just like December (Yeah)
I got me a winner
Knew I had to get her (Yeah)
I get all up in her (Yeah, ohh)
I eat that like dinner (Yeah)
Ever since I hit her, turned into a sinner (Hit it, hit it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ever since I hit her, she been swallowin' [?]
Grab some other bitches

When we first linked up I thought I told you, girl
If you break my trust it's gon' be over, girl
Yeah, you (You, uh), girl, when you, ayy (Uh)
You gotta trap it out (Yeah) to be my soldier, girl
I'ma have you tappin' (Ayy) out on the sofa, girl
When you, yeah, when you, yeah

[yvngxchris:]
When we first linked up I could just tell that we had a connection
Hey baby, I'm lovin' the way that you feel on my body, I'm lovin' the way that you pressin'
It's me and my shawty, [?], not talkin' eleven
I stay with a .40, and if any nigga try to play you, I take him to Heaven to meet God
Yeah, niggas said that we wouldn't make it together, well baby, we beat the odds
Yeah, freaky lil' bitch make it clap for a nigga, I don't even need an applause
She asked me, like, "Bae, should I keep on my shirt", I said, "Bae, there's no reason for keepin' it on"
We hop out the crib and we shop at Dior, 'cause I got the money, bitch, I get a ton
Oh shit, I mean ton
I ain' treatin' lil' bitches, you dumb?
Yeah, my baby gon' shoot for your boy
Like, damn man, I think she the one
Goddamn, she a gangsta, gon' slide with the Glocky, the Glocky, the Glock, she do it for fun
Man, I got a bad ass bitch, she loyal, man, I really remember when we first linked up

[PnB Rock:]
When we first linked up I thought I told you, girl
If you break my trust it's gon' be over, girl
Yeah, you (You, uh), girl, when you, ayy (Uh)
You gotta trap it out (Yeah) to be my soldier, girl
I'ma have you tappin' (Ayy) out on the sofa, girl
When you, yeah, when you, yeah