Yeah, uh (Uzoma, come here)

Somebody tell me "Sit down," I'm a dawg
Came with some money, I left with her drawers (mm)
They like, "No GPS," I get lost
Keep your number, I'm never gon' call (yeah)
I keep it player, you know I'm a kicker
I'm kickin' shit like a ball (mm)
By myself, poppin' shit at the mall
I ain't worried 'bout niggas at all

I ain't duckin' shit but broke niggas and the law (yes, sir)
Paper chasin' broke bitches, get 'em off (woo-ooh)
And we ain't never had shit, look at the car
A nigga could've bought a crib for what it cost
The police, they keep hatin' (yeah)
I know she ain't love me so I prolly bought her a cheap bracelet
Hoes say the love you today
Have a whole 'nother bae in the weekend (mm-mm), it's crazy
Hmm (hmm), I wonder would my bitch get mad
If I pull up to the crib with Mercedes (with who?)
I'm talkin' 'bout a Benz, lil' nigga
Match with the whip, twins, lil' nigga (okay)
Back in it, hop out with two irons (let's go)
I don't listen to niggas, got mute on (shh)
Heard that rap nigga don't know how to use his
I know how to use mine (go)

Somebody tell me "Sit down," I'm a dawg
Came with some money, I left with her drawers (mm)
They like, "No GPS," I get lost (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Keep your number, I'm never gon' call (yeah)
I keep it player, you know I'm a kicker
I'm kickin' shit like a ball (that's what I kick)
By myself, poppin' shit at the mall (yeah, nigga, let's go)
I ain't worried 'bout niggas at all

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Benjamin Abraham, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Uzoma Nosagie Abel Harbor