"Want Your Man" lyrics

Go make mills on the G5 whenever
Matching heels, rehearsed [?] change the weather
I been popping
Pussy popping
Got my pussy in your man [?]
Took me shopping Balenciaga
Drop-topping out in Texas
Not some bitch up on my main line
Talking reckless
Like how we fuck him at the same time
For the record, bitch
I been playing chess this whole time
This ain't checkers

I don't want your man
But he got it like that
So we don't even gotta be like that
He be spending them bands
All up on me like that
And that's your man tricking on me like that

All my real bitches, put your tits out
If you a real one get your dick sucked
Pull up in my crib like a strip club
How I get money, now they switch up
I get on top like a horse
Turn it, I split it, divorce
He lose control in the Porsche
Swerving, I'm blowing his horn
He eat it up like a boss
[?]
But you don't know what it cost

I don't want your man
But he got it like that
So we don't even gotta be like that
He be spending them bands
All up on me like that
And that's your man tricking on me like that