(Intro) (2x) Matte
I wear the pants, and I'ma let you know
I'm not your boy, I'm the man, I'ma let you know
You understand who I am, why you acting extra though?
If you're my woman, you gon' be a woman, I'ma let you know

(Chorus) Matte (2x)
You would act right if you knew me well
Slap your back side with the Gucci belt

(Verse 1) TK TYTAN
Damn, shawty, yeah, you on it. Girl, inside, I see you thick as hell
Dropped her on her ass with some cash and a Ferragamo belt
She just wanna roll
Roll
I'm too lit to understand ya, I'm just tryna see them panties
See, the way I make her holla, you gon' think she won a Grammy
She fell in love with designer, she get that s*** from her mammy
I'm about to f*** up some commas, do this s*** right for a moment
She see the belt that I'm rockin', now she know everything Gucci
Peepin' the swag, so I switch it, I Ferragamo that p****
Talking dirty got her trippin'. Know it's dirty, what I'm sippin'
I'm 'bout to make you outdo yourself as soon as I unbuckle this Gucci belt (HEY!)

(Chorus) Matte (2x)
You would act right if you knew me well
Slap your back side with the Gucci belt

(Verse 2) C@$HE$
Burberry swag, b****, you know I got the bag, b****
She be in the kitchen, cookin' for me, smack that ass quick
Then I go and hit a lick, come over, and f*** her quick
Rubbin' all on her clit, she cannot take the d***
I ain't with that love s***, f*** her once, then get the chips
My d*** touching on her lips, she about to slurp the kids
Her p****, I surf in it. My Swisher got purp' in it
D*** in her mouth, a perfect fit. She like the way I dress, money fit
Ain't got time for relationships, they be on that funny s***
Me, I'm just tryna get the money, b****
Sippin' on that muddy s***. her p**** I can't resist
She know she gon' miss the kid, hit her and got her beggin' for the d***

(Chorus) Matte (2x)
You would act right if you knew me well
Slap your back side with the Gucci belt

(Verse 3) Matte
Girl, that thing so round
Don't you love the sound
Yo booty make
When I hit with the leather?
You don't throw it 'round town
That's not how you get down
I reward you with pain
You derive pleasure
You a closet freak, give it all to me
That's how it oughta be
No apologies. Control is all on me
I'ma decorate your booty with all these G's
Assume the position, nobody you with knows what to do with this missus
I do it, I did it. I'm in the groove, and I'm stickin', I can't lie
You be looking fine when you sass me
But I'm daddy

You would act right if you knew me well
Slap your back side with the Gucci belt