See, my days are cold without you (My days, yeah)

But I′m hurting while I'm with you

And though my heart can′t take no moreI keep on running back to you (No more)

See, my days are cold without you (Without you)

But I'm hurting while I'm with you (Without you)

And though my heart can′t take no more

I keep on running back to you (I keep on running)

Running, running back to you (I keep on running)

Running, running back to you (I keep on running)

You hurt me, you got me

Acting like you not me

I did that, I′m big mad

The big bag, Versace

Oh, if you ain't love me like that

You wouldn′t keep runnin' back

Oh, it′s so hard to hold back

But you keep coming back, I'm glad, yeah

And when I need a bag, I just put it on replay

Fly her to Miami, in the city where the Heat play

Had her in the sheets, spinnin′, cuttin' like a DJ

Fifteen bottles like a King say

She don't pay attention to that him say and she say

Said it two times, then I jinxed it

Saw right through me

Had a cup full of lies as I drinked it, uh

Only good at gettin′ what you wanted

New Givenchy, Birkin bag, girl, I was goin′ in

Now you got some', baby, flaunt it

Wishin′ I kept it honest

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won't stop frontin′, you won't stop frontin′

You won't stop frontin' on it, babe

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody

But you won′t stop frontin′, you won't stop frontin′

You won't stop frontin′ on it, babe (Runnin' back to me)

See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin′ back)

You, you can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me)

Then it all remains the same (She runnin' back to me)

That you ain′t never gonna change, never gonna change

You got me, I got you

You actin′ out like you not you

The rumors are not true (True)

You givin' away everything I got you

Oh, Birkin bags and them tags won′t get be back

I gave a fuck, you blow fifty stacks

You mad as fuck when I spit these facts

'Cause you can spend it ten ways (Ten ways)

Never cared about your money

Regardless of what my friends say

′Cause there is nothing that they can say

Tory, if you really want it

You come Wednesday t Wednesday

Boss bitch whip, I pull up, cause a frenzy

No scratch on it, no spot, no McKenzie, uh

For all of my ladies, sing this song if you can't do wrong

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some

Oh, you got somebody (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

But you won′t stop frontin', you won't stop frontin′

You won′t stop frontin' on it, babe (You won′t stop frontin' on me, no)

Oh, you got some, oh, you got some (Swear that you got somebody, yeah)

Oh, you got somebody

But you won′t stop frontin'

You won′t stop frontin' (You know you won't stop frontin′)

You won′t stop frontin' on it, babe (Runnin′ back to me)

See, when I get the strength to leave (Runnin' back)

You always tell me that you need me (Runnin′ back to me)

And I'm weak ′cause I believe you (She runnin' back to me)

And I'm mad because I love you (Runnin′ back to me)

So I stop and think that maybe (Runnin′ back)

You can learn to appreciate me (Runnin' back to me)

Then it all remains the same (She runnin′ back to me)

That you ain't never gonna change, never gonna change

Draft you to the team like Kobe in ′96

Blue and orange drops like Ewing signed to the Knicks

You fine and you thick, get you assigned to the dick

Have you runnin' back and forth like suicides in this bitch

Do or dies in this bitch, like you from line in this bitch

I stunt so hard, I stuff credit cards in Goyards

Your face, no flaws, no case, no charge

Pulled up in BMs, we spendin′ daily per diems

From a.m. to the p.m., you would hop inside my bed

Get it wetter than, what's that line? Uh

Spray 'em where you see ′em

That′s why I'm payin′ no attention to chicks, I'm playin′ in my DM

I know dropout Rovers, pop out sofas

Was with me when I wasn't eatin′

We would pop out Stouffer's

You see, that's why I′m still fuckin′ with you

Pay it down, ten toes, still thuggin' with you (Word)

Takin′ long flights out the DR

I'm still in Palos back to Caicos

Trips for the chick that swing them hips like Miss Juegos

From questions like, how′d your day go?

I spend it, extended the suite another week

In Dego, just to watch the day go

As far as bankroll, bank go

I can speak for it with the trips like sprain on ankle

I keep mami on everyone of 'em, shit, I′m sonnin' 'em

Niggas talkin′ crazy to bae, I point the gun at ′em

Super hell shit pop up, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun

Was with me back when I was broke, and so I run it up

Anything for you, I swerve in the lane for you

Hop in the drop top, still work in the rain for you

Nurture this pain for you

'Cause even days that it ain′t workin'

I′m still lurkin' and hurtin′, in pain for you

See the art, I was shootin' from the heart

But what's shootin′ from the heart

With a worthless aim for you? Yeah