[Intro]
(Uh, pop me Perc', got a power, uh, uh, yeah, PoWR up)

[Chorus: R2R Moe]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah)
You make that call, you make that call to me (You make that call)
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece

[Verse 1: Skepta]
Seat back on the plane with the one champagne, yeah, I had to book that flight
You wanna do private jets, never take what I say on board, you ain't doing it right (Huh?)
I think I've been too polite so nowadays I'm moving precise (Huh)
'Cause if love is a losing game, then you know I ain't losing twice (Never)
Trust, she wants to be my wife, my boo for life
I told her I'm too busy for thе bad vibes, I'm only comin' around if the mood is right (Trust)
Last time, shе made me spend my savings, who knows what I'm gonna do this time (Huh?)
I'm in boobytrap, my guy needs a visa, he's tryna choose his wife (Ha)
Leonardo DiCaprio, I brought sand to the beach, it's a movie tonight
Sexy

[Chorus: R2R Moe]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah)
You make that call, you make that call to me (You make that call)
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Brr, brr, sexy
She's got expensive taste, went Dover Street 'cause the ends is bait
Van Cleefer, we're back to her place tryin' to beat them bail like a pending case
Looked at my phone, see bare missed calls, but I'm deeping sides, so my friends can wait (Ha)
How's she got me ignoring the G's? Got a rudeboy taking walks on the beach
Supposed to be out there making P's, I'm here holdin' hands like Torvill and Dean (Aight)
Told my agent, "Talk is cheap"
But quarter mil' is my figure of speech (Greaze)
New pussy good, new pussy good
But the home pussy make you feel jiggy and sweet
Can't lie man, I gotta respect it still
She work hard, she got her own money
Miss Independent, pays the bills
Intelligence, sex appeal
I don't need a gun 'cause she's dressed to kill (Bap-bap)
Can't wait 'til we get to chill
Next birthday I might spend a mil'
Shit got hard and she kept it real
I never used to believe in love then you showed me it's suttin' I'm meant to feel (Trust)
When I could do no wrong in your eyes and you could never put a foot wrong in them heels (My guy)
Said some unforgivable things, and I'm still waitin' for them scars to heal
If I could rewind time, I'd do it all again, no lying, my darg, for real

[Chorus: R2R Moe, Jorja Smith, R2R Moe & Jorja Smith]
It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
And who are you to me?
The shit you want that I don't care to see, oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah; Your call has been forwarded to the automated voicemail)
You make that call, you make that call to me (You make that call)
Tried to call, but, boy, you don't be pickin' up
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece
[Outro: Jorja Smith]
Oh, baby