Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get low
It's like I never see your pretty now
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)
At least these things I know (yeah)

Ay, man
One thing I know 'bout me is me (I know it)
I'm already knowing
And you might think that I'm already going
Looking at your phone, you see me call, you ignore it
Make me wanna call another whore up
My pimp kicking in, too high for this shit
And man them games you be playing, too fly for this shit
I die for this shit
And you don't really know what you got, do you?
And you don't really see (?) you got, do you?
See, you should never take advice from a person
When they ain't gon' be affected by the outcome
And when you're looking at the life of a person
When you get a 100 million when you like such a person
Need Sodom and Gomorrah would you look back
If it was just me, you, the kids and the book bag
Especially if I told you, I had nothing to look back
Tomorrow brighter than the past, hate to see you turn to ash
Shawty, I don't play nothin'
You've been A1, you my day one
You can't say shit, attention pay none
To them [?] young, could they be young
All that fake shit, I go take shit
To the A street
Fuss and fought 'bout, the shit I thought 'bout
You know whoever it ain't shit to talk 'bout (bitch)
Call you a bitch, then you just walk out

You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get low
It's like I never see your pretty smile
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me

I don't deserve you, lucky to have you
I hate to see you just walk away
Well, I know that it ain't gon' be
Cool with the gang, you playing on me
So no more back and forth about this and that
No more tit for tat
What bitch is that? What nigga called?
You lettin' those abroad get all in your head, fuck both of y'all
Ah, it's solid as it get now
I said, if I were to wait back
Tell me why every time I turn around
It, look like you packing your shit and you're going on
But, shawty, going on
Call her and she ain't got her phone on
Enjoy, hope you love that nigga
A sucker, sorry I never saw that nigga
Now I'ma have to [?] me a hoe or two
Pour a pint to get my mind off the thought of you
Mind your plan, in my mind, all I wanted you
And slow down, lil' mama, where you walking to?

You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get low
It's like I never see your pretty smile
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me

Promise when I make my first mill', we can take a train to the steakhouse
And promise when I get you this Chanel
You'll pawn that shit if I don't make bail
I know that I ain't that only one that believes
When the money longer than a grey hound, every body wanna see
But when it's time to gas that bitch, you niggas can't pay now
A hundred G's would get you thirty even
You always eatin' take-out
Told your ass to get a couple drinks, ohh, you order champagne now
Grandma hey, now
Oh, you shopping everyday, now
Closet looking like a Louis V playground
Walking out the front door in the goddamn shoes I pay for
Damn, and I'm the one to blame now
Banana peel the whole bank account
I'm living with a ape now
She only want the cake now
Selfies, all you take, now
I'm selfish if I break now
I'm begging you to stay around 'cause you're

You walking off like that's it now
Talking all of that shit now
All I know is that I can't hear now
It can't get much worse than this now
Baby, how hard are you? Go 'head now
How long are you gon' stick around?
When the money get low
It's like I never see your pretty smile
But at least I know (ah, yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me
At least these things I know (yeah)
The shit that I know about me, the shit that I know about me

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brandon Paak Anderson, Clifford Harris Jr.