Outro lyrics

Okay now, why you wanna go and do that, do that?

Sometimes I say that I'm the best, I guess I had to prove that

You know I had to cop that mansion on the hill and pool that

You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no, I never pooled that

You know I always like the best, roll it up and pull that

Now baby, don't get too deep on me, I might have to pull back

I got weed rolled, drinks po'd if you wanna do that

And I be in and out of love, the ogs be like true that

Cause you know sometimes man, that shit can get way too irritating

Say the wrong thing to the right girl, you might not make it

Dark skin with a lightskin girl like taye diggs

And you go from tryna save her to her taking your savings

And when she do, man, watch how them bitches shit talk

Wonder how they would feel if our lives got criss-crossed

What if you lost your homie and you felt like kriss kross?

Double cross, I swear that christians don't even get this cross

Talk so much shit that a nigga pissed off

She talk so much that she done fucking made my dick soft

Pushing all my buttons, this ain't fucking pinball

I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw

Sometimes you hit a lick, sometimes you get ripped off

Sometimes you gotta sit, sometimes it's time for lift-off

Sometimes I just shut up and let my wrist talk

It be like "we don't got time for bullshit, dawg"

You know I'm 1 of 1, just like the prototype

You look like the "um, you owe me" type

Oh, hardly never taking pictures, not the photo type, no

Please don't instagram this shit and be up on me like

"Oh, you owe me likes"

Man, I swear these bitches don't know

What the fuck is more important to em

The more I kick philosophy, the more I'm boring to em

The more champagne I pop, the more I'm pouring to em

I just hope that's not the only single thing that's going through em

I hop up on a beat like it's the '08 me

When we was riding four deep, boy, no ac

Headed to the game for okay seats

Now I'm courtside at okc, I know kd

And all these singing bitches know me like do-ray-mi

Fa-so-la-ti-do but dough come first

No late fees, kool-aid smile, colgate teeth

The bigger that I get, the more I need shrinks

I be in and out of cars like a fucking crash dummy

Spending money till it's dizzy but I still stash something, you know

But I'm tryna get that real real money, like um

White people with a black son

And first time I met oprah, that was motivation

Went from standing in court to starting up a corporation

Went so hard last night that we made the morning paper

Plus my girl's rated r, all your hoes overrated, damn

Niggas say I changed, how they damn how they do

Say I'm hard to get in contact with, oh, is that true?

But what about now? 313

515-8772, Bitch, call me