Hook:
I'm gettin’ up, gettin’ up, gettin’ up
I'm gettin’ up, gettin’ up, gettin’ up
I got the bags — I'm gettin’ up, I gotta fuss
One or two, I'm feelin’ better, I can show you
Got a Bentley parked outside, it's not a Chevy, yo
They like, “Emerald, how you balance all these feelings, yuh?”
She beggin’ for a feature — I said, I'll tell you what
They call it bad, but I didn't know it'd be yours
Love and not lust — baby, that’s a must
Get that bread, don't leave no crust
Got my own thing — don't need you no more
Get them backends, leavin’ me so sore
Gotta tap in, 'cause you know I got way more
Than that lil’ 10 bands at the Fendi store
Hammer on me — she callin’ me Thor
Cash in, stackin’ money like it's s’mores
Verse 1:
Said you was gon’ ride for me
Cookin’ beats — she call me P
That boy play the front tees, damn, that girl know how to cheat
The way that I been ballin', they could put me on varsity
My clothes — they all from Italy
That lil’ boy don't mean to me
I been makin’ money — remember back when I was 15
All my designer — no, I can't go with you thrifting
I just seen your main girl with another man kissing
Told him, “Go with the nice girls,”
But he ain't gonna listen to me
Verse 2:
You don't got it back at all
I told you that I was gon’ drive you far — but you didn’t
No, I cannot drop the sauce
Pretty soon, they'll treat me like the boss
All you got is stuff — don't matter when you're up there
Life written well — feel like my name’s King Lear
Man, they hate on me
Take him out the atmosphere
Feel like Alicia Keys
Need a good girl — not no freak
They listen to the fake more than God
Gotta have it my way — feelin’ like I'm Zod
Why is it always me? That’s gotta be the plot
She thought it was Atlanta — baby, this is Little Rock
I flexed on my young, then it wouldn't stop
I snack on caviar — baby, this not slop
Hook (Reprise):
Said you was gon’ ride for me
Cookin' beats — she call me P
That boy play the front tees
Damn, that girl know how to cheat
The way that I been ballin', they could put me on varsity
My clothes — they all from Italy
That lil’ boy don't mean to me
I been makin' money — remember back when I was 15
All that designer — no, I can't go with you thriftin'
Narrator (Outro)
Well, I think it's safe to say -- we can put him on varsity