Out of sight, outta' mind
Cause you haters be hating me, and I'm knowing your kind
But I ain't never met a hater like you
Tell me what do you see when you look at a mirror and it doesn't feel true
Every time I open my eye, hatin'
Every time I get fly, hatin'
When I do what I do, hatin'
Don't hate the player hate the game and the money he made
Wait a minute y'all
I could kick it thirty times and you still won't get it, hey
To the break-break back-back down
I microphone check a product with Black Don

When she's lying on the phone
Urging you to leave your home
You better be careful, don't break your code now
When you sticking to the script, and she's urging you to hit
You better fight it, let's talk about it
Yeah
Inside out oh darling
(oh Suga free, Wait a minute mh ah)
I want to be so deep that you believe in me
Inside out
Oh darling, yeah

I met a girl in Martinique
French creole, I can't hardly speak
She calling me all the time and she loving me long
She can be my baby mama if I keep her strong
Cause she got a booty like a birthday, happy
I be all up in her dugout, nappy
But on the plane right back to the USA
I be thinking about the bitch and everything she say
Like, do she really love me? Do she really care?
One time player, full time brilliantaire
Could it be the Cartier with chips
Or could it be the way I cook the hips, huh
Dippin' with my nigga 'Free
We compensate so reflect the "P"
He drives a Caddy and I drive a Bentley
You want to know where I came from
Your daddy sent me now
I'm trying to make my money double
So baby shake your ass
Cause your mouth will get you in trouble
And give me your "eeeh you make bean"
Try me and it's all the same

When she's lying on the phone
Urging you to leave your home
You better be careful, don't break your code now
When you sticking to the script, and she's urging you to hit
You better fight it, let's talk about it
Well
Inside out, oh darling
I want to be so deep that you believe in me
Inside out, oh darling yeah

Oh yeah I'm a little drunk
Staring at this phone bill
And this is your son?
That little punk
Baby get down, what you get mad at?
Cause we can be cool, now tell me where your cash at
But I ain't try to hit, no
I'm far from a trick and a nigga to argue with
"And you ain't getting no "yick" and I
Never seen freak that wouldn't sell and I
Never want to break a fingernail and I
Never want to go against the grain so I'm gonna regroup
From whoop-whoop and change my game
Wait a minute, let your last choice be, beezass teezas
So we can win it now, y'all
Sometimes (you) don't recognize game

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): David Blake, Dejoun Walker