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[Intro] Uh-huh (Why you wanna leave me, baby?) Why? Uh-huh Ooh Uh-huh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh [Verse] Okay, now why you wanna go and do that? Do that? Sometimes, I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that You know I don't rely on eight-balls, no, I never pooled that You know I always like the best, roll it up and pull that Now baby, don't get too deep on me, I might have to pull back I got weed rolled, drinks poured if you wanna do that (Do that) And I be in and out of love, the OGs be like, "True that" (True that) 'Cause you know, sometimes, man, that shit can get way too irritatin' Say the wrong thing to the right girl, you might not make it Darkskin with a lightskin girl like Taye Diggs And you go from tryna save her to her takin' your savings (Uh-huh) And when she do, man, watch how them bitches shit talk Wonder how they would feel if our lives got crisscrossed What if you lost your homie and you felt like Kriss Kross? Double-cross, I swear that Christians don't even get this crossed (Crossed) Talk so much shit that a nigga pissed off She talk so much that she done fuckin' made my dick soft Pushin' all my buttons, this ain't fuckin' pinball I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw Sometimes, you hit a lick, sometimes, you get ripped off Sometimes, you gotta sit, sometimes, it's time for lift-off Sometimes, I just shut up and let my wrist talk It be like, "We don't got time for bullshit, dog" You know I'm one of one just like the prototype You look like the "Um, you owe me" type, oh Hardly never takin' pictures, not the photo type, no Please don't Instagram this shit and be up on me like, "Oh, you owe me likes" Man, I swear these bitches don't know what the fuck is more important to 'em The more I kick philosophy, the more I'm borin' to 'em The more champagne I pop, the more I'm pourin' to 'em I just hope that's not the only single thing that's goin' through 'em (Through 'em) I hop up on the beat like it's the '08 me (Me) When we was ridin' four deep, boy, no AC (Swerve, swerve) Headed to the game for okay seats (Seats) Now I'm courtside at OKC, I know KD And all these singin' **** know me like do-re-mi Fa-so-la-ti-do, but dough come first No late fees, Kool-Aid smile, Colgate teeth The bigger that I get, the more I need shrinks I be in and out of cars like a fuckin' crash dummy Spendin' money 'til it's dizzy, but I still stash something, you know But I'm tryna get that real, real money, like, um White people with a Black son And first time I met Oprah, that was motivation Went from standin' in court to startin' up a corporation Went so hard last night that we made the mornin' paper Plus my girl's rated R, all your hoes overrated, damn (Hmm) Niggas say I changed, how to damn, how to do (Do) Say I'm hard to get in contact with, oh, is that true? (True) Well, what about now? 313-515-8772 Bitch, call me
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Credits
- Writers
- J Dilla
- TOWA TEI
- Phife Dawg
- John Al Tanner
- Darondo
- Dahi
- Ali Shaheed Muhammad
- Bebel Gilberto
- Q-Tip
- Big Sean