[Verse 1: Wale]
I'm just tryna keep you flyer than you've ever been
And you the illest bitch alive, I'ma represent
And I could do without your pride, 'cause I do a lot with mine
If I'm that much on your mind you should catch a jet
Look, pardon me do, have an um—never mind
Them other bums, couldn't see me with seven eyes
Forever my dress code is sovereignized
If you not an angel then tell whoever in heaven lie
Blasphemy, you the only thing running getting cash from me
And you worth spendin' money 'cause you glad for free
As she throw it back, I know you've been practicing
Ha look, double M genius
Fortified up a couple bucks worth of sneakers
Trying to find a sister like a sister of Venus
She deserves bars on feeling misdemeanor
No need to fret girl, you see that I'm the best
G.O.O.D double MG Connect
Leggings and sneakers, she say she don't need no
Heels for the evening, she turning her freak up, her freak out
Money talk shout out them up town things with that funny walk
More clown, bubble post, she forever dope
Go Harlem, it's time to start the show
[Pre-Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Oh, ah ah
I can't sweat him, he's got the best of me
I gotta get him
Oh, ah
Gotta forget him
He's got a hold on me
I gotta get him
Oh, ah ah ah
I'm just tryna keep you flyer than you've ever been
And you the illest bitch alive, I'ma represent
And I could do without your pride, 'cause I do a lot with mine
If I'm that much on your mind you should catch a jet
Look, pardon me do, have an um—never mind
Them other bums, couldn't see me with seven eyes
Forever my dress code is sovereignized
If you not an angel then tell whoever in heaven lie
Blasphemy, you the only thing running getting cash from me
And you worth spendin' money 'cause you glad for free
As she throw it back, I know you've been practicing
Ha look, double M genius
Fortified up a couple bucks worth of sneakers
Trying to find a sister like a sister of Venus
She deserves bars on feeling misdemeanor
No need to fret girl, you see that I'm the best
G.O.O.D double MG Connect
Leggings and sneakers, she say she don't need no
Heels for the evening, she turning her freak up, her freak out
Money talk shout out them up town things with that funny walk
More clown, bubble post, she forever dope
Go Harlem, it's time to start the show
[Pre-Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Oh, ah ah
I can't sweat him, he's got the best of me
I gotta get him
Oh, ah
Gotta forget him
He's got a hold on me
I gotta get him
Oh, ah ah ah
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