[Chorus: Quelle Chris]
Somebody wipe me down and if you lucky I might let you keep the towel (keep the towel)
I flex the baddest bitch in each county each city each town (each city each town)
So go ahead kiss the ring but know you can't lift the crown
Cuz I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
I got the froq and dog with the solid gold bone
Got a platinum card collection it look like upper deck
We burnin' down so much it's fuckin' up the ozone
Copped a bugatti for the driveway I ain't touch it yet
Gordon Ramsey came over cooked up a n***a a festival
He’s like Q you that n***a I'm like yo get off my testicles
Used to dream that one day I'd hook up with TLC (TLC)
So I creep with DL freaks who need TLC
Olympic pool Michael Phelps wanna train in (train in)
I said it's cool bring through a zip of that rainman
I got a cook for the cook and a pilot for the pilot
And a island off the island off the mainland
Cuz I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a

[Skit: Spoken Words]
Man n***a you keep talking like you that n***a this, you that n***a that, why don't you never comeback in back to the hood n***a?!

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
I got charities for world peace and all of that
I fuck celebrities between the sheets no callbacks
Exotics furs when it's "brrr" like what you call that
It's called I am rich bitch like fallback
The P.O.T.U.S wants to shake my hand
I'm like chill out, don't be stan, let's make weekend plans
Accountant hit me with current numbers I'm hittin' a dab
Hit like [?] Oprahs getting the tab
Cuz I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
Yup I'm that n***a
[Verse 3: Denmark Vessey]
Ayo I hate to brag I hate gloat I hate to lie yo
I just came to use your wifi cuz mines slow
All my favorite rappers got a line bout how that nine go (well how your nine go)
When I ain't got one I don't need one
I got action track ad-lib onomatopoeia's
Sincerely that n***a P.S
You can't six letter F with a nappy head deity
Yeah thats me that n***a on my epitaph
Stoic in the photo I'm that n***a that will never laugh
I'm that n***a only n***a that get hella cap
Hella range, no sleep, weather from the weather fan
To the cell of dream that's a head to the toe
Had to let n***as know you get sun when the weather bad (yeah)
I'm that n***a though a king like Coretta
Better have [?] if you ask what's my name
I'm that n***a
Word to id, word to ego
I'm that negro
That n***a n***a n***a n***a n***a
They say it's Ethiopian for king, I'm with it
Like can I get a amen can I get a witness
Can a n***a get a tax break from handling his business
Hashtag that's important yeah
Highlight that yeah
Put that on the on the Microsoft Excel, bro
Chill
Hashtag
[Chorus: Quelle Chris]
Somebody wipe me down and if you lucky I might get let you keep the towel
I flex the baddest bitch in each county each city each town
So go ahead kiss the ring cuz know you can't lift the crown
Cuz I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a (yeah)
I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a yup yo I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a
I'm that n***a

[Skit: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words]
Oh, shit! If it ain't Hollywood! Hollywood, Hollywood!
What up though, what up though n***a? Yo, what up?
How you doin' brotha? Yo, I don't know you man
Whachu mean you- whachu mean you don't remember me, man?
I don't know you n***a, I'm just sayin'
Come on man, I was there with you on [?] T-shirts, I was the first n***a to buy a T-shirt
Oh okay word? Oh yeah that's cool man
I would say you one of the popular n***a in the hood, n***a!
Yeah, I got-I got shit to do though n***a, I got shit to do
Oh, you don't remember me? Oh I got a song for you!
Nah, I don't-I don't remember you, n***a
It goes; Who, are you?
What the fuck do you mean, who the fuck am I? I know who the fuck I am!
And who do you belong to?
[Verse 4: Quelle Chris]
I belong to myself
I built this empire, no cookies
You want a cookie you could book me and put it in a rider
Y'all n***as wasn't riding right beside us
Kissing ass to ride in E class with Mariah
Y'all be happy with me here trapping
I was out there hustling tryna make this money off of rapping
When I was putting out these mixtapes y'all was laughing
Now they hands out for a handout when the cash in
And the label dont wan't me hanging round all you savages
Bromance only come around for the sandwiches
I hired all of y'all as my accountants and managers
Then went broke cuz not a damn one of ya'll could manage it

[Hook: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words]
Okay okay, who are you?
What the fuck you mean n***a who am I?
You know who I am I'm that n***a
And who do you belong to?

[Verse 5: Quelle Chris]
I belong to myself
I be bonin' down the hottest model out on the shelf
Michael Jackson hit me from the grave to take him a selfie
I'm that n***a healthy and y'all n***as wishing I was in the ghetto still with no ambition
Ya'll fail n***as happy to do my dishes
I'm ballin' and y'all crawling tryna play my benches
Got locked up ain't no one come to pay my bail
Y'all just worked my clientele to pay y'all self
Cuz y'all couldn't work to make a way y'all selves
Stop tryna captain save me and save y'all selves n***as

[Skit: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Spoken Words]
Oh really? Who, are you? N***a what the fuck you mean, who the fuck am I? You know who I am, n***a! I'm that n***a
And who do you belong to? N***a, I belong to myself, n***a like-
I don't know who the fuck you are, like- and all of the sudden you walking up to me like I owe you something, n***a! This is my hood, n***a, I don't know you!
I know you been working, I'm just sayin', cause you ever been back here
Of course I've been working! N***a you ain't me, you ain't putting the work that I put in
Okay, okay, alright, fuck you n***a!
Oh fuck me? N***a, fuck you
No, fuck you n***a! Fuck you!

[Outro: Quelle Chris as Ya Boy The Dreamer & Denmark Vessey]
Yo, yo, what up though? It's Ya Boy The Dreamer man, you know what I mean? Look like, you know... I was kinda frontin' man, like, look, this Hollywood shit is kinda- it ain't all is played out to be dawg, they kinda played me lowkey, they kinda played me, but look like, I'm 'bout to move back to the hood, you know what I'm sayin'? And like, you know, tryin' to see what's up with the team, you know what i mean? Like, let's get the team back together, my n***as, you know what I'm sayin'?
FUCK, YOU!