[Intro]
Mean, mean to
I ain't mean, mean to
I ain't mean, mean to
I ain't mean, mean to
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, and I ain't mean to (Mean to)
Oh, oh, and I ain't mean to (Mean to)
I wrote, wrote, wrote my heart out (Mean to)
That's how this start out
That's how this start out (Mean to)
Hard to explain, explain just how I felt for you (Felt for you)
Don't know what's wrong wit' you (Oh-oh)
I wrote this song 'bout you (Song)
Wanna get along wit' you (Along)
Try and bond wit' you (And bond)
She say I play too much (Too much)
She think I'm immature (Immature)
But I just really live it up (Up)
[Verse]
I'm in a Suburban truck (Truck)
We lit up in Escobar (Escobar)
Gas like it's Texaco (Uh)
Grinding day and night (Night)
I would never lie (Lie)
They think I'm out of my (Mind)
Think I'm out of time (Time, yeah)
Living life, brand new foreign cars (Oh)
Brand new foreign broads
I'm a rich ni**a, that's on God (Yah)
And I'm coolin' with my squad (Squad)
Same ni**as, yeah, we came up (Yeah, yeah)
Same ni**a got my name up (Same ni**a)
Me and you make some' out of none, uh
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, and I ain't mean to (Mean to)
Oh, oh, and I ain't mean to (Mean to)
I wrote, wrote, wrote my heart out (Mean to)
That's how this start out
That's how this start out (Start out)
Hard to explain, explain just how I felt for you (Felt for you)
Don't know what's wrong wit' you (Oh)
I wrote this song 'bout you (Song)
Wanna get along wit' you (Along)
Try and bond wit' you (And bond)
She say I play too much (Too much)
She think I'm immature (Immature)
But I just really live it up (Up)
[Outro]
I'm finna live it up (Up)
I just really live it up, up, I'm finna live it up (Oh)
I just really live it up, up, I'm finna live it up (Oh)
I'm finna live it up (Oh), I'm finna live it up (Oh)