Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

Don't open your mouth if you ain't speakin' good to me
I ain't built like him
You fuckin' with a G
Just 'cause I fuck you, that don't mean I trust you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes, baby
Fuck me crazy and I'll tell you 'bout me

I was nothin' at all
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 4-1-0
You should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field, but I done ran through 'em all
Yeah, that nigga play D1 but you still watch how we ball
I ain't never home for long but you pull up when I call
All the hood niggas respect me
Strippers wanna sex me
You bluffed on him, now he mad because you let me

If it ain't fucked up, don't change it
I'd prolly be dead if I was basic
Would you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want
I do what I want
She get what she want
I call her my wishy one
Wash it off when you top me off you know I be slumped

Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

Don't come around, if you ain't close to me
I ain't built like them, you gotta work for me
Just 'cause I haunt you it don't mean I want you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes (lemme hear that)

Wanna fuck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

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Writer(s): Christopher Brent Wood, David Patino, Jason Avalos