[Intro]
Gang, ayy
Ayy, look (Hey, Olly)
Yep, ayy, yep
Ayy

[Chorus]
Stayin' up in the night, I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n***as was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
How 'bout you run up a check for yourself?
I don't wanna feed no grown ass man
I don't wanna teach no grown ass man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matter (Yeah)

[Verse]
Tryna go back to the n***a I was, I miss those days, ayy-ayy
Puffin' away, I need me a buzz to deal with the pain, to deal with the rain
Maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new bitch'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether
Tryna go back to the n***a I was, I miss those days, sheesh
Who am I kidding? Share my love, she said, "Good riddance"
I don't get love from the female species, that's why all my songs sound written
Shorty been fillin' the void, I never avoid her
Brand new— (Ayy)
Brand new bitch for the brand new order
Bitch in the whip, she never record me
Live in the moment, that media corny
Tryna go back to the n***a I was
I don't feel good if my mind ain't buzzed
I don't feel safe, where the fuck my blick?
Gang, maybe a Tyson'll heal my pain
Maybe a new bitch'll make it better
Maybe a Cuban'll make it better
Maybe I'm stupid for chasin' whether, gang (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Stayin' up in the night I was hopin' and prayin'
None of my n***as was checkin' on me
Now they checkin' to see if it's checks in the mail
I had a— (Uh, gang)
Yeah, I don't wanna teach no grown ass man
I don't wanna feed no grown ass man
Repeatin' myself only make me madder
Quality shorty, that's all that matters (Gang, ayy)