(Produced by League of Starz)



[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]

Every time she call ya, she always got a problem

And end up wanting money, she only want your money

She only want your money, she only want your money

She only want some money, want your money

Ooh yeah



[Verse 1: RJ]

How come whenever she call ya she got her some issues?

Her problems always be involving some cheese

Ay, she keep her hands up in yo' pocket like a jack, boy

She don't think nothing is too much to ever ask for

She ain't a gold digger, call herself a trap star

Ain't got some propositions you can get some cash for

Cause you can't slide up in it 'less you got a black card

She text me I'm that nigga, I never hit back

She showed me all your messages, I know the fact

She said you is too soft for her, usually I'm off of her

You fix her wardrobe, pay notes on her car for her

Lord knows, it's OMMIO

She ain't gon' let you off the phone till you send her dough

And she don't think that she wrong, she like "We all grown"

Might be leading you on for a loan, nigga really, every time she



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Joe Moses]

She be in love with the money and fame, no fortune and thangs

No love for the game but she love me, swear to God she love me

I take her down and don't call her again, I be fucking her friend

Once again, baby, I am not your hubby, I am not your hubby

I'm just a nigga out the ghetto, ballin' like Harden

And, when I hit the pussy, I make her bounce like Spalding

No love for a thot, your problems is not

I'm just a nigga off the block, is you in or you not?

Are you down like four flats?

She tryna make it out the hood, nigga, that's facts



[Hook]