[Intro: Omarion]
Fuck what you heard about (They don't know)
Bongo by the way

[Verse 1: Omarion]
Fuck what they saying, it's what they do
I wouldn't call nobody out if I were you
Ain't that some shit? They talkin' rumors
Behind my back but they don't ever come up to me
Westside n***a rep that (Bet that)
Goin' up like a jetpack (Bet that)
Gettin' money what I'm best at (Bet that)
N***a never had a setback (Bet that)
Too close n***a step back (Bet that)
Do you see me in the mini n***a? (Bet that)
Can you see me on the ceiling n***a? (Bet that)
Well, I ain't tryin' to stress that (Bet that)

[Chorus: Omarion]
N***as lyin' I'ma press that (Bet that)
Where your hoes, where your checks at? (Bet that)
Where your whips, where your flex at? (Bet that)
Hunnid racks I invest that (Bet that)
Said trip n***a clic-clac (Bet that)
Playin' checkers on the chess mat (Bet that)
N***as talkin' out they name (Bet that)
I only just got (Bet that)
[Bridge: Omarion]
Back that boy you had that (Say what)
I don't give a damn (Say what)
If it ain't about the bread (Say what)
I ain't gon' sweat (Say what)
So please don't believe (Yeah)
All that you read (Yeah, yeah)
They don't know about this thing
Fuck what you heard about
That's just word of mouth (I don't think they know about me)
Fuck what you heard about
They don't know about this thing

[Verse 2: Problem]
Fuck what they on and I keep my life private in school with the kids with the uniform on
Finding a n***a that's solid these days bruh you gotta better a chance of bringing a unicorn home
Beautiful homes have my kids over they play in the back
Girl if I buy you some titties and we break up
Four mamas I'm needin' 'em back
Why go to roll with a couple of dope
Thank God I'm alive I feel blessed with the pope
Yeah I know I'm a target
They eyes is the scope
Got my hand on my gun
With my eyes on them folks
N***as know I got bread
Yeah them obvious loafs
I try not to boast
Soft henny I want more like Demi
If like is a bitch I will lick and eat it and kiss it
And pin it and hit it and lick it and kiss it again
And kiss it again till she calling for heaven
Cause life is the man and I leave she gon make sure
That he got that plan
Fool with that mic yeah he leading his band
I'll take you places no n***a can take you
And teach things so no more n***as can play you no
Pussy game baby I'm talking bout game from a real n***a
Real one you can bet that (Bet that)
Bang you real with the bagget (Bet that)
And your bitch I already had that (Bet that)
Fuck n***a better bag that (Bet that)
In your hood you'd be laughed at (Hahaha)
I'm bout to pull them pants to where your calves at
[Chorus: Omarion]
N***as lyin' I'ma press that (Bet that)
Where your hoes, where your checks at? (Bet that)
Where your whips, where your flex at? (Bet that)
Hunnid racks I invest that (Bet that)
Said trip n***a clic-clac (Bet that)
Playin' checkers on the chess mat (Bet that)
N***as talkin' out they name (Bet that)
I only just got (Bet that)

[Bridge: Omarion]
Back that boy you had that (Say what)
I don't give a damn (Say what)
If it ain't about the bread (Say what)
I ain't gon' sweat (Say what)
So please don't believe (Yeah)
All that you read (Yeah, yeah)
They don't know about this thing
Fuck what you heard about
That's just word of mouth (I don't think they know about me)
Fuck what you heard about
They don't know about this thing