BP Songtext
von Summer Walker

Young girl in hard daisy dukes
You thought you′d have a great night (ooh)
You thought with your hot rod and your fast rides (oh)
That I'll just fall in love with you
And agree for you to take me home
But, boy, was you wrong


It′s clear to me, you think that we are all the same (ooh)
That I'd be impressed by your house on The Hills
And the fame you claim (ooh)
Telling me what I can't get out of you
What you will do (ooh), what you won′t do (oh)
But I don′t need you (ooh), and I'm not supposed to (oh)

Say you never been friendzoned before
Hopefully your ego will defuse, poor child
You look so confused
Guess you′ve got a reality check
'Cause I got my own check
Mhm

So, I′ll move onto the next whose more impressed
Rid of all your fancy things, that don't mean nothin′ to me
That'll get old, but not if you got
A heart of gold