[Intro]

Gang, ayy

Ayy, look (Hey, Olly)

Yep, ayy, yep

Ayy

[Chorus]

Stayin' up in the night, I was hopin' and prayin'

None of my niggas was checkin' on me

Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail

How 'bout you run up a check for yourself?

I don't wanna feed no grown ass man

I don't wanna teach no grown ass man

Repeatin' myself only make me madder

Quality shorty, that's all that matter (Yeah)

[Verse]

Tryna go back to the nigga I was, I miss those days, ayy-ayy

Puffin' away, I need me a buzz to deal with the pain, to deal with the rain

Maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain

Maybe a new bitch'll make it better

Maybe a Cuban'll make it better

Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether

Tryna go back to the nigga I was, I miss those days, sheesh

Who am I kidding? Share my love, she said, "Good riddance"

I don't get love from the female species, that's why all my songs sound written

Shorty been fillin' the void, I never avoid her

Brand new— (Ayy)

Brand new bitch for the brand new order

Bitch in the whip, she never record me

Live in the moment, that media corny

Tryna go back to the nigga I was

I don't feel good if my mind ain't buzzed

I don't feel safe, where the fuck my blick?

Gang, maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain

Maybe a new bitch'll make it better

Maybe a Cuban'll make it better

Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether, gang (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Stayin' up in the night I was hopin' and prayin'

None of my niggas was checkin' on me

Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail

I had a— (Uh, gang)

Yeah, I don't wanna teach no grown ass man

I don't wanna feed no grown ass man

Repeatin' myself only make me madder

Quality shorty, that's all that matters (Gang, ayy)