[Intro: Channel Tres, Justin Juuko]

You make it look it simple

You like it, you love it

And all the attention of the fans are on you

You don't want to miss anything

Yeah, I'm him

[Chorus: Channel Tres]

I am that nigga, yeah, I'm is

Is, is, is, is

I get good head at the Ritz

Ritz, Ritz, Ritz, Ritz

My bro in prison, yeah, he is

Is, is, is, is

Jacksons, Franklins, count 'em up (Count 'em up)

Count up

[Verse 1: Channel Tres]

For real, for real, for real, for real, for real

I be serving that bass

For real, for real, for real, for real, for real

Yeah, my nigga caught a case

Yeah, I'm him

Yeah, I get it like that

Your bitch scratched my back (Ohh)

Yeah, I hit it once till she came back

[Pre-Chorus: Channel Tres]

I stay, I stay, I stay on your mind

Yeah, I'm him

I stay, I stay, I stay on your mind

Ohh

I stay, I stay, I stay on your mind

Yeah, I'm him

I stay, I stay, I stay on your mind

[Chorus: Channel Tres]

Shit, I am that nigga, yеah, I'm is

Is, is, is, is

I get good head at the Ritz

Ritz, Ritz, Ritz, Ritz

My bro in prison, yеah, he is

Is, is, is, is

Jacksons, Franklins, count 'em up

Count up, ah

[Verse 2: Channel Tres]

I picked it up, I picked it up, then I put it down (I put it down)

I picked it up, I picked it up, then I put it down (I put it down)

The fruit of my labor put food on the table

She call me baby like I'm in a cradle

They ask if I'm gay, bitch, I don't do no labels

I'm back in your town putting food on my table

I make my way down while I'm lickin' her navel

I've been that guy since before we had cable

Watch who around, is he Cain or he Abel?

Walked in the room and I'm flipping the table

I don't like your view, your perspective is whack

You got your advance then you blew through your stack

I got my advance and invested it back

And now I got a crib and shit

[Outro: Channel Tres]

Hell nah, ain't no room, get your crybaby ass in the back

Hell nah, ain't no room, get your crybaby ass in the back