wait a minute, f** n***a! (chorus) I know you got a lot to say but you can't approach me I know. (verse one) I swear you n***as be faker than Versache bags living in the snake's gra**, acting on they rapping, so dramatic just like Drake's past. You think you so cool, scheming through them Ray Bans, hoping n***as test you like homie, go to school for that. You a f**ing kid. Like a pedo f**ing kids, I be searching, I be lurking waiting for your a** to slip. I slip and slide up in this chick, she cooking in the oven. Thighs on Citibikes, she thick, I swear a n***a fell in love. I got her pregnant on the pullout couch, so we made you on the pullout couch, run it back, I don't think ya n***as heard me right. I got her pregnant on the pullout couch. (chorus) (x2) (verse two) oh, what's your beef because it ain't with me because you never say it to me you say it everybody else, everybody else. Baby, if you've got a problem, you can let me know. If you've got a problem, you can let me know. (chorus) (x2)