[Intro] A couple bitches numbers They won't stop calling me They probably think I'm balling They probably think I'm balling All these different numbers They won't stop calling me I know that they want something I know that they want something from me
[Verse One] She want some apples and almond butter, I'll give it to her She got what she wanted and it was what she deserved I take her to dinner then bring her home for dessert In picture she's perfect, even better in person I swear to God, I'll get under her surface She's feeling my nerves, I think I'm making her nervous I swear to God, she might be perfect Yeah, she could be perfect
[Pre-Chorus] The last one is a memory The other one's my enemy I don't know why she still calls I don't know why she messaged me
[Chorus] A couple bitches numbers They won't stop calling me They probably think I'm balling They probably think I'm balling All these different numbers They won't stop calling me I know that they want something I know that they want something from me
[Verse Two] I hate to make assumptions, but I know you want something Like tickets for your cousin or this up in your stomach from me If you said it, I read it, you saw it, I can't deny It's too many messages, I don't want to reply, yeah And it's been a minute and you're just trying to say, "Hi" But I don't have time, you know my schedule's tight I swear to God, I'm going out of my mind I'm just trying to survive, I'm running low on supply I swear to God, you're lowing my high But I can't say I'm surprised I pray to God...
[Pre-Chorus] The last one is a memory The other one's my enemy I don't know why she still calls I don't know why she messaged me
[Chorus] A couple bitches numbers They won't stop calling me They probably think I'm balling They probably think I'm balling All these different numbers They won't stop calling me I know that they want something I know that they want something from me
[Outro] All these bitches numbers They won't stop calling me I know they think I'm balling They probably think I'm balling