Control - G Herbo

Hello?

What’s up?

I’m in the studio

No, hell no

No I don’t got nothing

I’ma call you back, man

I’ma call you back, I’ma call you back when I leave the studio

Alright, I’ma call you back

She want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a wedding ring

Oh, she bringing anything

She give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold on me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind, but I don’t have no time

She a scorpio

Oh, she like the devil though

Oh, but I can’t let her go

She used to be my homie though

Now act like she don’t know me though

And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her

I’m doing shows, but I’m still calling and still texting her

She fuck with me 'cause I stay real, no I don’t flex to her

In states with different hoes but she couldn’t tell when I laid next to her

But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up

He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her

A lil' down bitch, he think she a rider

But she think he a provider

Keep her dipped in designer

Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup

Let her have the keys if you drive something

She don’t let him fuck if he ain’t buy her nothing

I’m MOB and I let God be my witness

Feds snatched her, she told everything, don’t let 'em know your business

These bitches

She want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a wedding ring

Oh, she bringing anything

She give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold on me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

Say she ain’t never going back to not having shit

She say she ain’t gave a nigga her heart who ain’t damage it

She say she can’t stand niggas, she say we so scandalous

She say she can’t fall in love, her heart like a mannequin

This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking

Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about

She just want a new car, she want a new bag

She don’t fuck with last season, she want that new swag

She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash

Dex put her on Balmain, ain’t even buy his ass a du-rag

When that paper dried up, that’s when she moved back

These bitches ain’t shit dog, I already knew that

She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes

She just want control in your mind, in your soul

In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes

That’s a double wrong, what you focused on?

She want shopping sprees

Oh, she want designer jeans

Oh, she want a wedding ring

Oh, she bringing anything

She give me anything

She want control of me

Oh, she want a hold on me

Oh, she want my soul from me

She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time