Hello?

Yeah, I talked to him

Whoa, whoa..

Nah, you ain't got to explain nothin to me

See, you tried to play my man and end up playin yourself

Later for you

Nah, matter of fact later for you

And your golddiggin girlfriend you put me down with)



(Thought I was a donut)

(Tried to glaze me)

(Thought I was a donut)

(Thought I was a donut, you tried to glaze me)



This story that I'm about to tell ya

Is all about this girl named Delia

Five foot seven a Gucci queen

With gold all over that flowed like a stream

I met her in a club on a Saturday night

The girl's jeans were tight and I got hype

I thought about talkin to this little miss

But I kept seen guy after guy gettin dissed

Every guy that cracked got flagged

But somethin kept sayin (you) (you) (you bad)

I walked up and asked the girl to take a ride

I whispered in her ear, said,