[Verse 1: Jeremih]
Catch me grinding for that platinum, Late Nights on the way
I'm from Chi-Town, she from Brooklyn, condo in LA
Tell my singles throwing singles, ass up in rotation
Glasses in the air, it's a celebration
TLC catch me creeping, I ain't cuffing, no police
Bumping 12 Playin my straight A, she remind me of my jeep
I hit his bitch, I act like Shaggy, i'm like "No, it wasn't me."
Beat the pussy, 808, I'm Dr. Dre when in them sheets
Think my bank account on protein, how my pockets swole' up
Trynna' stack my money high, taller than a grown up
Ladies wanna' have my babies, they gon' go low like limbo
Like for real, what's the deal, whipping out my demo
I've been tweaking off patron, gone off the mascato
Blowing smoke I'm on probably cost a car note
Know you got a man, but know that shit don't phase me
Looked up in the mirror, that's that shit that made me

[Hook: K Camp]
Late night catch me creeping with yo damn old lady
Serving, swerving on the highway and I'm doing bout' 80
I can see them haters talking but it do not phase me
I done got it out the mud, that's that shit that made me
That's that shit that made me, that's that shit that made me
I done got it out the mud, that's that shit that made me
That's that shit that made me, that's that shit that made me
I done got it out the mud, that's that shit that made me
(Aye aye aye)
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