Say you hate me, know you love me Ooo, you can’t get enough of me All your friends 'round asking you
What’s up with me You playing 'round
Saying you could find another me But baby I doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, doubt it B-b-b-baby I doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, ooo
Look I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, doubt it, doubt it Bitch you told me bout it, bout it Bout it, bout it I doubt it, doubt it, doubt it Doubt it, doubt it, doubt it Bitch you told me bout it, bout it Bout it I just got to speak my mind
Look I heard your friend just hit my line
Tell your friend I’m doing fine
Cause she ain’t no friend of mine
Pass me the keys, when I drive
Wish me luck
I’ve been leaning off that mud, and the gas
I love them drugs
Cooling in the back, throwing cash
With the thots
Cause I’m in the VIP and I tell her
«Hey baby I know you ?»