[Verse 1: M.Wade]
Told me write a 16... and to make it sweet
Sweeter than a tournament, show no defeat
She a bomb in the bed, she go off on these sheets
Never losing in my game, my niggas wanna eat
We got that OceanDrive, that Tsunami wave
Only hang with real people, never chill with fakes
Told me I ain't know to how to hit...didn't think that I could rake
Guess I make believers outta haters...right
Yea...At least I think I do, I think I do
Now they telling lies to heem, someone kick heem out the crew
Now he get that got feeling like, something he was about to do
They told me I change it up too much, and all I have to say is sue
Yea, don't admit it but you know its true
I'm in the mainstream singing with some auto tune
And I put that on my life, no one's ever stopping
Someone tell Fetti Krueger, he don't need no other options