"Tampa" lyrics

This is where your man should be
Instead of worrying 'bout me
This is where your man should be
'Stead of worrying 'bout me

I'm talking that shit right now
She flying in right now
Taking off her shit right now
She just pulled up and it's 'bout to go down
And she looking so thick right now
And nigga got 50 rooms in this house
Ain't no place she'd rather be, up in the in-law suite
Tearing the canopy down, down, down

She don't wanna be alone tonight
She don't wanna be at home tonight
All up in my phone, loving my tone, looking for advice
Trying hard to justify
Shawty tryna be grown tonight
You got me feeling wrong tonight (Sike)

Givenchy's in the air
Man, this shit ain't fair
Got Balenciaga, boy, I got her falling out the air (Wait now)
Pause that shit right there
Put that rose gold on ice
Turn around, babe and press play
Come buss that shit down, down, down

This is where your man should be
'Stead of worrying 'bout me
This is where your man should be
'Stead of worrying 'bout me
She ain't lookin' for ya, ain't trippin' for ya

We bumping, we grinding
Understood the assignment
She, ooh, like violins
Body all over these diamonds
Handle yo business
Nigga where yo' whip at?
Two tone, double R, red cups, we up in that
You in my comments
Talking all kinda nonsense (Uh-huh)
She from Tampa
She brought candles
And I got manners
Came twice, went back home, now she tryna make that move to Atlanta
She met nana
She said, "This is random
But what's a Phantom?" (Skrrt, skrrt!)
What you want, you got it
Let's get the party started
She ain't never had Chanel like this
She ain't never heard Pharrell like this

She don't wanna be alone tonight
She don't wanna be at home tonight (Don't wanna be)
All over my phone, loving my tone, looking for advice
Trying hard to justify (Justify)
Shawty tryna be grown tonight
You got me feeling wrong tonight (Sike)

Givenchy's in the air
Boy, this shit ain't fair
Got Balenciaga, boy, I got her floating through the air
Now pause that shit right there
Louis XIII on ice
Turn around, babe and press play
Now buss that shit down, down, down

This is where your man should be (This is where your man should be)
'Stead of worrying 'bout me
'Stead of worrying 'bout me, yeah
This is where your man should be (This is where your man)
'Stead of worrying 'bout me
'Stead of worrying about me

This is where your man should be (This is where your man should be)
'Stead of worrying 'bout me
This is where your man should be
'Stead of worrying 'bout me

You better call her (Call her)
Hit that Find Me on the app (Sharing locations)
I can't promise she'll call back
But we both now where she at (Damn, nigga)

Know you can save all that running shit for your own album, right?