[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh, this outfit used to be a little big on me
But now it's fittin' and I'm lovin' it (Yeah!)
Ayy, I don't hate on those who hate on me but secretly
Just hate themselves some undercover shit (Yeah!)
Ayy, youngin' with a little bit of fame, I'm prayin'
It don't mess me up, I need to tone it down
Yeah, fuck it, fucked around and did some shit in Amsterdam
I'll prolly never tell a soul about (Yeah!)
Ayy, why you mad at what I'm doin' like we dating?
How many dates we been on, huh?
Ayy, how many women you kick it with on tour?
How many dates I been on? Hmm
Ayy, approximately that many, my mama she'd be so angry
Tellin' me I be full of it (Woah!)
But I ain't changin' for anyone, I've adapted to my environment
Homie, come and look at this
I kill everything, I kill everything
They look at me like I caught a body (Woah!)
I was never focused on the fortune, now I gotta be
'Cause they be tryna rob me (Woah!)
Old and new friends same with managers and agents, all these brand new girls and shady groupies (Woah!)
I ain't satisfied with how these people treat me
I don't want no handshakes, salute me, yeah (Yeah!)
Shut the door behind you, don't say a word
Let your hair down, I'll be back in a minute (Yeah!)
I'm 'bout to show you what this whole entire world's fuckin' missing (That's me!)
You popped up at the perfect time of my whole existence
I will fly you out, right the fuck now, just give me the word
I am so with it, yeah (Yeah!)
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Oh, this outfit used to be a little big on me
But now it's fittin' and I'm lovin' it (Yeah!)
Ayy, I don't hate on those who hate on me but secretly
Just hate themselves some undercover shit (Yeah!)
Ayy, youngin' with a little bit of fame, I'm prayin'
It don't mess me up, I need to tone it down
Yeah, fuck it, fucked around and did some shit in Amsterdam
I'll prolly never tell a soul about (Yeah!)
Ayy, why you mad at what I'm doin' like we dating?
How many dates we been on, huh?
Ayy, how many women you kick it with on tour?
How many dates I been on? Hmm
Ayy, approximately that many, my mama she'd be so angry
Tellin' me I be full of it (Woah!)
But I ain't changin' for anyone, I've adapted to my environment
Homie, come and look at this
I kill everything, I kill everything
They look at me like I caught a body (Woah!)
I was never focused on the fortune, now I gotta be
'Cause they be tryna rob me (Woah!)
Old and new friends same with managers and agents, all these brand new girls and shady groupies (Woah!)
I ain't satisfied with how these people treat me
I don't want no handshakes, salute me, yeah (Yeah!)
Shut the door behind you, don't say a word
Let your hair down, I'll be back in a minute (Yeah!)
I'm 'bout to show you what this whole entire world's fuckin' missing (That's me!)
You popped up at the perfect time of my whole existence
I will fly you out, right the fuck now, just give me the word
I am so with it, yeah (Yeah!)
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