Don't Gotta Try Lyrics

It's like whoa

Damn lil' mama don't pay to get in

And some niggas buy her drinks

She ain't even a ten

Okay, yeah, I'm hatin'

You ain't gotta fit in

And let's talk about them jeans

That that ass fit in

I can't tell if it's a style

How them jeans rippin'

But I can tell that you a star

And I ain't shooting my shot

It's like my jumper went broke

And ain't no time on the clock

Coach tellin' me to shoot

But I ain't even got the (What, what?)

Speakin' of The Rock

I ain't wrestlin' baby

But yo ass got me rock

How you speak to me baby (Okay)

You ain't gotta fit in

You be poppin' lil' baby (Okay)

You be with the cosmetics

That's so hot to me baby (Okay)

That shit sexy, yeah, I ain't gone lie

Aye yeah, I'ma keep that right there

Yeah, keep that, say it again, come on bakpack

You ain't gotta fit in

You be poppin' lil' baby (Let's go)

You be with the cosmetics

That's so hot to me baby

Too many colors in a watch

Look like a freeze pop

Yo bitch in a crop top

In my drop top

And gettin' top from the skeezer made her car stop

Money Team gettin' hot, can make an engine lock

Now a days, niggas pussy and they cherry pop

I bought her new ass

Now she got a new walk

I only hit it from the back

But now we fuck with a mop

I went back to the past but it came with a cost

Gotta always watch your back

Like you checkin' for something

Couldn't kick it with some niggas

Like I'm Messi or something

She really wanna see my messages

She messy or something

I be driving reckless

Like I'm texting or something

Go girl, go girl, do ya dance

It's ladies night, you ain't even bring ya man

You just on the dance floor

And you twerking with some friends

You must be gifted

How you fit that in them pants

And I don't understand

Guess I don't need to understand, right?

Sick of niggas

They been tryna holla all night

Just hold tight

Know you want ya margarita, no ice

Lime slice hanging off the cup

That bih just right

Make ya dance to this

Uh, I'ma make you wanna dance to this

Aha ha ha ha

Cam a fool with it

She bite her lip like Miracle

Then act a fool with it

Said she never met a nigga this smooth with it

And you can bring ya home girl, if she cool with it

I don't mind it

I'm just saying, that my type of timing

And I don't worry 'bout the weather, I'll change the climate

And you so fine, I think God created you with diamonds

I ain't lying

You a star, so you shine the brightest

But you so slimy

That I know that you fucking spineless

Don't need a nigga

You just do as act of kindness

Finer than yo fine cousin

And she be the finest

She from the tropics

And she came from the finest island

She be rocking

CC, like she with the Winans

Money Team on

Repeat, every time she driving

And she be on both feet

very time she ride me

Like Kawasaki, but don't mind

She gotta lil' mileage

Shawty got a good brain

She come straight come college

Every time she text me, "Hey"

I say, "What's the knowledge?"

Shawty know she bad, she the biggest problem

But she know that Cam ain't into problem solving

So I sent a couple bands of direct deposit

Now she like

Whoa

Damn lil' mama don't pay to get in

And some niggas buy her drinks

She ain't even a ten

Okay, yeah, I'm hatin'

You ain't gotta fit in

And let's talk about them jeans

That that ass fit in

I can't tell if it's a style

How them jeans rippin'

But I can tell that you a star

And I ain't shooting my shot

It's like my jumper went broke

And ain't no time on the clock

Coach tellin' me to shoot

But I ain't even got the (What, what?)

Speakin' of The Rock

I ain't wrestlin' baby

But yo ass got me rock

How you speak to me baby (Okay)

You ain't gotta fit in

You be poppin' lil' baby (Okay)

You be with the cosmetics

That's so hot to me baby (Okay)

That shit sexy, yeah , I ain't gone lie

Aye yeah, I'ma keep that right there

Yeah, keep that, say it again, come on bakpack

You ain't gotta fit in

You be poppin' lil' baby (Let's go)

You be with the cosmetics

That's so hot to me baby