Baby when we thuggin', it's different (we thuggin', it's different)
Ayy, you might judge how I get it but I know you gon' love when I spend it (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I pull up and hit it like we haven't made love in a minute (love in a minute)
Yeah, yeah
Fight, fuck then make up, girl, it wouldn't be us if we didn't (yeah)
No, it wouldn't be us if we didn't (us if we didn't)

Baby, very elite, VS1 to Phillipe
Carry her by her cheeks and burry her in the sheets
Apparently she a freak, she know I married the streets
Told her, "Tuck all the P's and cemetery the yeeks"
Ben and Jerry'd the piece, I gotta keep it ricey
Only post her on the 'Gram 'cause she really wifey
It's only right I reiterate, ain't no nigga like me
One of a kind, ma, tell me I ain't lyin', ma
Why you puttin' these duds in our business?
Subbin' me in your mention like hurtin' you my intention
It irked me to know we distant and you aren't willing to fix it
Like I'ma be okay with you wigglin', ma, you trippin' on my children

Baby when we thuggin', it's different (oh-oh)
You might judge how I get it but I know you gon' love when I spend it (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I pull up and hit it like we haven't made love in a minute (love in a minute)
Yeah, yeah
Fight, fuck then make up, girl, it wouldn't be us if we didn't (yeah)
No, it wouldn't be us if we didn't (us if we didn't)

Girl, your pussy sweet, I don't even wanna cheat
On some Mekhi Pfifer shit, I'm in it way too deep
I'm hittin' it from the back, standin' tall, I'm on my feet
No Jimmy on the D and my pullout game be weak
A bump in her tummy three months later? It might be, sheesh
Take her off the streets, I'm a thief
She representin' me and I'm representin' the P
She like how I get it, legit and out these streets
Yeah, that's my bitch now
She contribute to my vibe I'm writin' hits now
She stay loyal, stay down, she foreign whip now
I invest in her business, I got her lit now, tell them hoes sit down
And her wrist wild
Designer bag she grab every time she dip out
Two C's on her purse it's like she Crip'd out
We got to Cabo just because we be tripped out
Yeah, we be tripped out

Baby when we thuggin', it's different (4Hunnid, oh-oh)
You might judge how I get it but I know you gon' love when I spend it (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I pull up and hit it like we haven't made love in a minute (love in a minute)
Yeah, yeah
Fight, fuck then make up, girl, it wouldn't be us if we didn't (yeah)
No, it wouldn't be us if we didn't

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Writer(s): David Grear Akhanovic, Demario White, Keenon Jackson, Lucas Guevera, Matthew Burdette, Timothy Patterson