[Verse 1]

Yeah I know I used to act a little childish

I quit the games, cut the hoes and went to college

Your shyness is an attribute to your flyness

A Miley Cyrus will Ben Wallace on your wallets

Cellphone beef, she wildin, it's wireless

But every time her friends around, she be silent

Get to trippin and she drippin like sinus

Hit it and she tell me that she love, now all I hear is

Gucci this, Prada that

No you didn't, Call him back

Follow me , Follow back

Red dress, Heart attack

We need a date , a reason

Please I need to see this reason I'm believin

If she live away, my Visa needs a season

Please agree and please believe it

Sweatpants can't hide that ass

A good attempt but I seen it

I ain't got a blunt, she won't talk , I'm the meanest

I will never cheat on my 'yonce like Idris

Make a nigga wanna get money

Make a nigga wanna stay chubby

She always giggle when a nigga ain't funny

If you can't love your mom, you can't love me

[Bridge]

All I ever needed was a chain and my name

When they love the player, they gon tolerate the game

When you pave a lane and there's no one else to blame

Is you gon make the runway or you gon' miss the plane?

All I ever needed was a chain and my name

When they love the player, they gon tolerate the game

When you pave a lane and there's no one else to blame

Is you gon make the runway?

[Verse 2]

She want the same dress Bella Hadid wore in Cannes

Only if she make it flood like increased water can do

And do you remember not to over drink?

Overthink? Over blink? Pose and breath?

But if you need some weed, I'll provide it

No, you won't look high in your pictures, they'll hide it

Take you through the clouds baby, I can be your pilot

Take you through the clouds, got you stars under your eyelids

Everybody act like they so different

And they so heartless ,and they so gifted

I heard yo new shit, you not consistent

And it's that westside , the same old district

I met my new girl , she ain't no pigeon

She do love foul mouth, she do love bitchin

She do love smokin, she do love drinkin

She could be 'yonce but she don't listen

Her ex a drug lord but I ain't bothered

Like why ya'll act like I ain't from Sauga?

Was born a maestro, I'll leave a martyr

Won't change my outlook, I'm like my father

I don't like ventis , but I like venting

She call me Gordo, I broke that bed spring

The buzz starts this year, I'm rich by next spring

I still don't call girls, forever a text ting

I swear