Lyrics

Moving kinda sketchy
Found a receipt from a Telly
Better stop playin with me

Do what you want when you ready
Ain’t got no time for no petty
Girl I knew your dirt already
Sauce on you, no spaghetti

Babygirl you playing with the wrong one

All I wanted was the truth yea
But you gave me all the proof yea
Stella’s got her groove yeaa
Chunking up my deuces now

Can’t go back to you no, you don’t get it
You for the streets baby i ain’t even tripping

I ain’t even tripping
I’m the one you gon be missing
Bought all the cars and the Tiffany
Like what is you saying?
(What is you saying)
No more explaining

No more explaining
No more excuses
No more explaining
You always do this

Now you hate that you came to the party
Seen me with my new chick How you like that shawty
Iced out baguettes with the skims and the cartis
Know you’d hate to see me pulling off in a rari’

I’m not sorry
I’m being honest
I’m not sorry
I’m being honest



No more explaining
No more excuses
No more explaining
You always do this

No more excuses
You always do this