(I cannot believe it)

I told her, "Baby, I'm countin' on you"
Every word counts and I'm countin' on you
Baby, I just want more lovin' (Go)
Tired, it wasn't even 'bout nothin' (Woah, woah)
She's callin' my phone, lil' bae, that's why I hang up
I told her, "Bae, I don't wanna hear that unless it's "
Wanna pour her up, wanna pour her up
I know she's not the cup
I'ma pour up while I keep winnin'
but I know it's not the luck (Yeah, yeah)
But if she not a Perc', how could she be my bae?
Felt guilty so damn much, I gotta hide my face
(Oh, yeah, ooh, yeah) Yeah
Racks, yeah, lettuce, yeah, cheese, yeah, I'm breaded, yeah
I'm beggin', just called my, yeah
called my phone, just called my, woah
Gucci, yeah, Prada, yeah, Hermès, Ferragamo, woah
Go up, yeah, pour up, yeah, pour up, yeah, pour up, yeah