"Skip That Part" lyrics

Fuck all your niggas, niggas lame
I never call you by your name
I skip that part and call you bae
I skip that part and call you wifey

My baby lookin' like a trophy
I might need to put you on display
I wonder what made you go this way
I guess you know that that's the best way

Look what you done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me

If you're freaky and you know it clap your ass
And, yes, I said your ass, not your hands
Can't believe I'm fuckin' on a fan
I just pulled a bad bitch out the stands 'cause she bad

Look what you done with your body and your hips
The type of chick can turn a pimp into a simp
That big ol' ass kinda hard to get a grip
I don't do clubs, but I'm in to take a trips

And you ain't even gotta post me, I'm him
I don't need validation, I'm wavy, I'm trim
You know my niggas ballin' out the gym
You know my niggas ballin' like I'm Jim

You want this lifestyle, get a glimpse
Hoppin' off the yacht with them members
Make love, I hope you remember
'Cause baby, I'll be gone 'til November

Fuck all your niggas niggas lame
I never call you by your name
I skip that part and call you bae
I skip that part and call you wifey
My baby lookin' like a trophy
I might need to put you on display
I wonder what made you go this way
I guess you know that that's the best way

Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look at what you've done
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you've done to me
Look what you done to me
Look what you done to me