(Intro – Wale)
I concur, brother
I see you’ve done quite well on this production
No doubt about it
(Chorus – Wale)
Now do I got it? No doubt about it
Credit card without a limit so I bought it, bought it
Ain’t tryna bother nobody but to be honest
When I’m on it I can body somebody, which body that want it
Do I got it? No doubt about it
Credit card without a limit so I bought it, bought it
Ain’t tryna bother nobody but I be honest
When I’m on it I can body somebody, with yadda-yaddas
Talk to em
(Verse – Hit-Boy)
From the turf to the pavement, my engagement
To this life of uncertainty got me impatient
Instead of saying f**k it, OG’s said pace it
My favorite past time took me places
Now I’m the best hitter on the diamond with loaded bases
And still can’t get past this fake s**t
I’d rather hang out with a racist
At least I know they hating you boy in ears whispering to men on some gay s**t
But when I see em in public, they don’t say s**t
Ni**as on you who keep thinking that girly s**t is cute
Every word I utter a statement
Since cyphers at my momma’s house like big ticker basement
Don’t miss no payments
Yadda-Yadda, chitter-chatter, ni**a’s talk don’t really matter
Spa dates with they baby momma, bust a nut on camera
I fathered whole styles, they like hold up Hit, slow down
Cause if this s**t reach the masses our new s**t gonna sound old now
Well ni**a guess what, saying next to who next up
Gave my idols they best s**t and still can’t get checks cut
Now do I gotta think about it?
Come see about it
Fight parties at the house of Hit look like Caesar’s palace
Have you ever hit your woman crush at 3:30 in the morning
Call her Uber like bi**h hurry
I’m starting to get worried, I’m faded, my vision blurry
Players in the game want me to lose like Steph Curry
(Repeat Chorus)
