"what about us" lyrics

Tired of being friends
Thinking 'bout your body, baby, right in my hands (Yeah)
You won't speak the words your lips don't know (Yeah)
Then give your lips to me then close them, woah (Uh-yeah)
Yeah

Everything, everything, I want it all (I want it all)
Fuck these lil' niggas, they be too soft (Yeah)
Pour it up, pour it all up in a cup (Yeah)
Up, now these niggas sayin', "What about us?"
What about us?
Yeah, she love that pole, but you can't touch (Oh)
She take my soul, yeah, she my lil' crush (She my lil' crush)
Shawty, let me take your soul, yeah
It feel like lovin', do you feel it? Yeah (Do you feel it? Yeah)
Do you feel it? Yeah

Know I had to tell them fuck niggas, "Good riddance," huh
I've been in my bag, young nigga gettin' more money, more chicken, yeah
Slap the bitch on the ass, she go like, "Oops," she know I'm a menace, yeah
I see you've been smokin' pounds, bitch, you need to go see your child
Can't even blame you, I was down bad, I couldn't even pay my bills
Dropped out of school, I was like, "Fuck that, I'm tryna make a mill'"
50 mill', I'm cool, you ain't gon' hear about me, I'ma disappear

Everything, everything, I want it all (I want it all)
Fuck these lil' niggas, they be too soft (Yeah)
Pour it up, pour it all up in a cup (Yeah)
Up, now these niggas sayin', "What about us?" (Oh)
What about us?
Yeah, she love that pole, but you can't touch (Yeah, yeah)
She take my soul, yeah, she my lil' crush (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty, let me take your soul, yeah
It feel like lovin', do you feel it? Yeah (Yeah)
Do you feel it? Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah
Do you—do you feel it? Yeah
Mm-uh-yeah
Tired of being friends
Thinking 'bout your—thinking 'bout your—right in my hands
You won't speak the—won't speak the—lips don't know
Then give your—your lips to me then—woah