[Chorus]
Oh, what you know?
I don't know what you wanted for the better
I'm too low, gotta go
Gotta give it up altogether
I'm too cold, I don't know
You don't love me, you just want pleasure

[Verse]
She just want me, she get intimate
Blowing the pack and I'm really lit
In the spaceship, get into it
In the store and I'm blowing the Stiiiz'
Counting the racks, I'm getting rich
He wanna fight, but I got a blick
Counting the racks, it make him sick
He's so mad his bitch is mid (Haha)
He's so mad he ain't on shit
Eighty dollar eighth, I'm lit
I'm just sticking to the script
He keep watching all my shit
He not Poet he counterfeit (Yeah)
All of his hundreds arе counterfeit
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I be up in Yodiе Land
Off the Za', I cannot stand
This ho, I just cannot stand
I got so much shit to handle
Baby, you just wrecked my plans
Blowing pack, all kinda strains
Blowing pack, I'm going mad
That boy, he is way too mad
Chilling out in Yodie Land
Yeah, I'm chilling out in Yodie Land (Uh)
[Chorus]
O-O-Oh, what you know?
I don't know what you wanting for the better
I'm too low, gotta go
Gotta give it up altogether
I'm too cold, I don't know
You don't love me, you just want pleasure

[Outro]
You don't love me, you just want pleasure