At 5 o'clock in the morning he calls you
Wants to have you in his bed
But he doesn't know how to satisfy the desires
Poor thing, he is a saint and you a devil
There is no comparison
I told you well
That he is a loser
Because of this she's still mine
He couldn't make you fall in love with him
Although he has done witchcraft to you
There is only one winner
In this lottery
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Maybe he doesn't realize you're still mine?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Or that it drives him crazy to conceal his loss?
Haha
Tell that trickster to loosen up your band already
You're already good
Bruh, your girl knows my name
Royce
(She says)
Poor unhappy person, not realizing again
That I am your drop of water in the desert
Because when he wants to see you
If i call you, and you invent an excuse
There is no comparison
I told you well
That he is a loser
Because of this she's still mine
He couldn't make you fall in love with him
Although he has done witchcraft to you
There is only one winner
In this lottery
There is no comparison
I told you well
That he is a loser
Because of this she's still mine
He couldn't make you fall in love with him
Although he has done witchcraft to you
There is only one winner
In this lottery
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Maybe he doesn't realize you're still mine?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay)
Or that it drives him crazy to conceal his loss?
(How she moves, how she cried)
Because of this she's still mine
(And I taught her the tricks in bed)
Because of this she's still mine
(Ask her, ask her)
(Ask her what her skin says)
(Ey, ey, ey, yeh)
Because of this she's still mine
Because of this she's still mine (Oh, yeh)
Because of this she's still mine (Oh, yeh)
Because of this she's still mine
I ain’t gon’ sit here arguing with ya
I want my–