[Intro]

Yeah, yeah (wa)

Bee, bee, bee

[Chorus]

You can't be in adults' business (Oh yeah)

Go sit at the kids' table (Ha)

And don't think it's 'cause I hate you (Oh yeah)

I think you're just too immature (Ha)

I been the one, for sure

You don't got problems if your ass is poor (Poor)

She got to love me, can't cuff me a whore

Glowin' up now, I'ma ten out of four (Ten out of four)

I got designer and Christian Dior

Pressure applier, know how to score (I know how to score)

He not a fighter, and still want some more

Don't wanna say too much (Don't wanna say too much)

[Verse]

And I don't wanna say too much (Yeah)

Got a girl that won’t give me love (Alright)

Understand me, can you nip it in the bud? (Yeah)

Shе take it slow, no, she not tryn' rush (Uh-huh)

Brand-new whip, lеave your ass in the dust (Skrrt)

I don't know, should I give you my trust? (Let's go)

Foamin' out of things I wanna love (Yeah)

Only thing I love, money and mud, money and mud (Wow, slayr)

Finna rock out like Big Time Rush

I'm inside a Benz and that shit go dumb

You ain't got no bands, you a bitch with crumbs

Oh, you got a mans? I ain't givin' you nothin'

Bitch pullin' down my pants, put my dick on her tongue

Shawty was a vibe when I seen her last month (Move it)

Uh, tryna lie, tryna come up with somethin', yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Finally grows up and the world goes to shit (Bitch)

Shit on the whole world, yeah, I might as well take a piss (What?)

Your bitch comin' to my hood, oh my God, that ho takin' dick (Yeah)

Mental health fucked up, baby, I know I ain't shit

Pussy so wet, yeah, she know that I like her

Takin' our shit, yeah, they really some biters

Stay with that fire, I belong in the Rikers

Losin' my mind every time that I pipe her

Don't give no fuck, give no fuck 'bout no danger

Like I got a sister and her name Piper

I been the best since I dropped that lil' cypher

Coppin' a Lamb' truck, it came with a driver

[Chorus]

You can't be in adults' business (No way)

Go sit at the kids' table (Yeah)

And don't think it's 'cause I hate you (Uh)

You can't be in adults' business (Oh yeah)

Go sit at the kids' table (Yeah)

And don't think it's 'cause I hate you (Huh)

I think you're just too immature (Go)

I been the one, for sure

You don't got problems if your ass is poor (Yeah)

She got to love me, can't cuff me a whore

Glowin' up now, I'ma ten out of four

I got designer and Christian Dior

Pressure applier, know how to score (Score)

He not a fighter, and still want some more

Don't wanna say too much (Don't wanna say too much)

[Outro]

Don't wanna say too much

Don't wanna say too much