Childish - Vell, Ty Dolla $ign

Girl you actin' stupid

I think you kinda clueless

I don’t wanna fuck with you no more

You playin' hella games, Nintendo

Girl you actin' childish (whoa)

Girl you actin' childish (whoa, yeah, yeah)

Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)

Girl you actin' childish, childish, childish (mmmm)

Girl you actin' childish

Damn I miss my thick bitch Katrina

Ride the dick so good like my Beamer

When I seen you at the mall you was peepin'

Same day on the IG creepin'

In my DM like «Vell, hit me up»

I’m thinkin' in my head like man I’m finna fuck

Called her on my phone I’m finna pull up

Bounce out, fifty down I got my bands up

I ain’t tryin' to play no games I’m tryin' to luck up

And I been about my money call it slow bucks

You gotta get a clue baby

These hundreds blue I’mma throw this money up

It ain’t nothin' to cut that bitch off

Real nigga A1 cut from the cloth

Used to take you to the mall, showed you how to ball

Now you blowin' up my phone and I don’t accept calls

Gucci, Louis, Prada, Giuseppe, we trippin'

Fuckin' hella models, champagne we sippin'

I tried to hit her on the low-low

But you was playin' hella games ho

And I ain’t fuckin' with you no mo'

By the way I fucked TT, and she goes

I’m the man in my city, East Oakland

And when we ride around the city yeah we smokin', ho

Why you wanna

Play the games on me?

Girl you fuckin' with a grown man

And I ain’t got time for that no