Jay Mecca - FACETIME Lyrics

Said she like it, messy
I wanna f*ck on your bestie
Pretty bitch, sexy
I like the way that she press me
Face time, don't text me
Baby girl giving that headski
Jump in that water like jet ski
Attitude shit, don't affect me
Wanna know ways to impress me
F*ck on me, baby, don't stress me
Like why are you trying to test me
No cuffing, like you cant arrest me
In my bag, I ain't talking, no hefty
Got one on the right and the lefty
Ice on the wrist like I'm grisky
And I ball like if I'm in a rec league
Yeah, I'm off to the top, you can't catch me
All of my shit is just catchy
F*ck with me, baby, don't pass me
All that I want is a Grammy
Said I got a bitch her name Tammy
She be trying to f*ck through the panties
And I got a bitch her name Sammy
She be eating me up like some candy
And I know I f*ck with a brandy
And she think that she famous, she fancy
All of these bitches, they act like they love me
But they never had me
And I know they love, cause the money is blue
They watching the shit that I do
They know that I'm me, I'm never gonna lose
Just sit back and making my tunes
Come to the crib, they loving the view
On the weekend, she loving the crew
Stay for a night, not for a few
She looking at me all confused
Baby, I ain't got no time
Baby, wanna be all mines