[Hook: Papa-Bear]
Got the swisher, got the weed
Got the sprite, got the lean
Got the money in my jeans, uhhhh!
n***as talking, but they ain't bout it, better get to walking
[Verse 1: Papa-Bear]
All that talk is cheap
You don't want no beef
f** your sorry beats, I need that heat
Everybody wanna be a critic, wanna judge the way you living
Better mind your f**ing business, we just tryna get it
Good in any hood, wish a n***a would, but he won't
Cause he know who gon' hit the floor, blood running out yo nose, no remorse
All I see are open doors, long tours, hits on the billboard
Now she wanna f**, before she wouldn't give it up
Condom in my pocket, but the p**y too good, p**y too dank
Make a gay n***a go straight, make a rich n***a clear the bank
At the party, drunk as f**, call me Frank the Tank
One more drink and Imma f** this b**h on the bathroom sink
Once we done, she says, "Wait... What's your name??"
Papa-Bear
Papa-Bear
It's f**ing Papa-Bear
It's f**ing Papa-Bear
Uh-huh