God Might Judge Logic

[Intro]
Ayy, this one for all the ladies out there
This like that old Kanye
That College Dropout Kany—
This that new workout though
When you in the gym and shit, doing squats
Ha, ayy, we finna turn up man

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
All my girls, yeah they know the deal
I'ma keep it a hundred girl, I’ma keep it real
I'ma tell you the truth, it don't matter how you feel
First class but my shirt Coach
Never bougie, I ain’t scared to hit the roach
Straight up out the ashtray, out the ashtray
Everybody know that boy, he got a lot of cash play
I am the Young Sinatra, do it my way
I do a one-eighty on the highway
I got a couple cars in my driveway
I got a couple broads in my driveway
I say, "Who got the Ubеr on they phone?"
I ain't tryna cuddle with you, girl, you sleepin' on you own
Ain't nobody fuckin' with mе, you could tell by the tone
Got a lotta women waitin' by they phone, all alone
But I'm here for you
When I get home, I'll be the one to pull your hair for you
The only one to get up in your favorite area
And go way back, where it’s deep down
She love it when I make her come to my compound
She play my music just to hear my voice
Yeah, that boy so busy she ain’t got a choice
Know I put that work in 'til that girl ain’t got a voice
Roll my weed on the dash, you could call me Rolls-Royce
I'ma fuck you in the west wing, then the east
Throw you on the dinner table then get to the feast
Oh no, she might not be the one but she the right freak
She even got my name tatted on her right cheek, oh!