[Intro]

Man, Fuck whatever ya'll talkin' bout

Y'all can't predict my next move

[Verse 1]

Ooh

Unlike you fuck niggas, who fumble when the bar is set

Said run it back so Niqa Mor could come and handle shit

Could add em up divide I'd still never be average

I'm too live

Times two times

I'm inclined

To kill it one time

Brad Coop

No limits

One Rule

No gimmicks

When I come hard ya finished

I ain't fibbin

In meetings deleting these niggas

I ain't with it

[Pre-hook]

Got em like

Damn

That girl growing up quick

That girl fillin out thick

That girl flex on the gram had to like all of her pics

Gram, you know I had to do it for ya

That girl never gon' quit

That girl one of a kind

She gon' have all of the hits

That girl nothing miss

Ahh shit, you damn right

Dream waking up to grammys next to my bedside

Sipping red wine on the airline reclined

[Hook]

And to you hatin' ass bitches

You know I had to do it for ya

One time

You know I had to do it for ya

One time

You know I had to do it for ya

One time

You know i had to do it for ya

Fake friends so heinous praying I don't fuck around and get famous

Fake friends so heinous praying I don't fuck around and get famous