(I know that it's mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine, mine, mine)
(Mine, mine, mine)
(I know that it's mine, mine, mine)
(Mine, mine)

I slide up in your hoe like a motherfucking jet ski
She told you she's at home, but we boning in the backseat
I tell her this is wrong, and she know, but don't stress, b
'Cause you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"
Yeah, you think she all yours, but she lowkey on my testes
She never wearing clothes in the photos that she text me
I'll claim that I don't know the hoe if you ask me
So you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"

Now let me tell you, dawg
Yeah, your dame's mine
She hit my phone up with a call in the late night
Sending me pictures with nothing on
Yeah, nada below the waistline
That's why you on Paused when you and the broad FaceTime
I bet she tell you all day you the one and only
But once you turn the wrong way, she all up on me
It's funny how the broad claims that I'm just a homie
'Cause she be pulling out my driveway every morning!
Ha ha!

Mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
She know that it's mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
Yeah, she know that it's mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
Yeah, she know that it's mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
All mine, 'cause I...

I slide up in your hoe like a motherfucking jet ski
She told you she's at home, but we boning in the backseat
I tell her this is wrong, and she know, but don't stress, b
'Cause you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"
Yeah, you think she all yours, but she lowkey on my testes
She never wearing clothes in the photos that she text me
I'll claim that I don't know the hoe if you ask me
So you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"

All I need is a pen to make your wifey mine
I'll make your chick spread her legs when I recite these lines
Just with my icy rhymes, she'll leave her guy behind
So better get your bitch in check like the Nike sign!
'Cause when you ain't around, your chick is on the prowl
I come in to hold it down when you stepping out of bounds
Boy, I'mma tell you now
Don't you listen to the gal when she say I'm just a pal, 'cause she lying
I'm somebody you should worry 'bout

Mine
All mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
She know that it's mine
All mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
Yeah, she know that it's mine
All mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
Yeah, she know that it's mine
All mine
(Mine, mine, mine)
All mine
All mine, 'cause I...

I slide up in your hoe like a motherfucking jet ski
She told you she's at home, but we boning in the backseat
I tell her this is wrong, and she know, but don't stress, b
'Cause you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"
Yeah, you think she all yours, but she lowkey on my testes
She never wearing clothes in the photos that she text me
I'll claim that I don't know the hoe if you ask me
So you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"

I slide up in your hoe like a motherfucking jet ski
She told you she's at home, but we boning in the backseat
I tell her this is wrong, and she know, but don't stress, b
'Cause you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"
Yeah, you think she all yours, but she lowkey on my testes
She never wearing clothes in the photos that she text me
I'll claim that I don't know the hoe if you ask me
So you don't know I'm in her phone under "Bestie"

[*laughs*]