Give me two birds
I need two birds
Give me two birds
I need two birds

You wanna turn up and go a lil crazy
And fuck up the place
You wanna run up the mini bar
Did I just see you go look at my safe?
Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place

Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place
I gotta roll up
Just smoked a quarter like two outta eight
Y'all niggas dead as a two dollar steak
I'm for the family, got food on the plate
With a side of a whole lot of hate
Nevermind I got somewhere to be
And I give you my word, triple my worth
See who I see, flippin' my bird
Keep this shit pushin' like fiends on a pack
Don't get us started that's Queens in the back
Don't get too startled, don't know how we 'gon react

Thank you, thank you
Is yo baby daddy with you still? (With you still)
We don't speak no common language
But I get you still (get you still)
Thank you, thank you
Is yo baby daddy with you still? (With you still)
We don't speak no common language
But I get you still (get you still)

You wanna turn up and go a lil crazy
And fuck up the place
You wanna run up the mini bar
Did I just see you go look at my safe?
Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket

Give me two birds
I need two birds
Give me two birds
I need two birds (yeah, yeah)

You outta pocket
And I see I gotta turn yo ass into lint (hm)
You getting turnt
You bent, off of the money I spent (mmh)
Now it's been a while
Since a nigga had to close a tab on a bitch
(I close the tab on a bitch)
Might double back on this bitch
(Might double back on a bitch)
'Cause all of them racks that you spent on them tits
Could've been used for taxes and rent (oh)
You hate me for that, well, wah wah
Cry about it, matter fact
If keepin' it real gonna fuck up my pussy
Then I'ma lie about it
I couldn't tell that ass was fake (no)
I didn't know you didn't have a place (no)
Don't know who you fucked last Saturday (I don't)
But I know what you wanna do after eight
Lil bitch

You wanna turn up and go a lil crazy
And fuck up the place
You wanna run up the mini bar
Did I just see you go look at my safe?
Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place

Bitch, you outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place
You outta pocket, you outta place

(You outta pocket, you outta place)
(You outta pocket, you outta place)
(You outta pocket, you outta place)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Abbas Hamad, Ali K. Jones, Cody Rashad Osagie, Cornell Haynes, Didier Antonin Georges Malherbe, Greg Gillis, Joe Anthony Kent, Mark Allen Williams, Robert Ky Juan Cleveland, Tohri Murphy Lee Harper