Hey, la-la, I lost you, babe Picking up a penny with a press on it It's easier to holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now You come clean, I said, to be real, it's To be real, it's Probably true what they say about me Probably came from my inner circle It usually come from your inner circle Or lack thereof, and I don't know I can trust I've been dropping out And I've been hanging out with my high friends And we too stoned to pay attention, no I mean, really, it's same me, it's old me You know the same shit I've been on the low-key grinding Loaning on the low-key shining Trying to keep to myself But you bring me out the cafeteria Every time again Damn, Gina, damn, Gina Them jeans, they must be uptight, mama You need some get right, mama Go, Gina, go, Gina Go get that get right, mama Go, Gina, go, Gina Go till you get right, mama I belong to nobody, hope it don't bother you You can mind your business I belong to nobody, try not to disturb Mind my business Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina Sayologically, sayologically Go, Gina, go, Gina