[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
I wanna know more about you (Uh, it is what it is)
Let me hit your line, treat you right (Uh-uh)
And I don't wanna sweat you
Let me be your n***a, baby

[Verse 1: Tre'Amani]
Uh, look, ever since I could remember, bitches trippin'
Ridin' 'round town askin' 'round at who I'm bickin'
I need something different, a lady with a mission (Oh-oh-ohh)
Ready for that paper, never steady bitchin'
Hold me when I cry, always there to listen
Respect my decisions, said it's fine, I'm living
Fuck me in my room then we movin' to the kitchen (Oh-oh-oh, yeah yeah yeah)
Just to heat it up, I beat it up and leave you drippin'
Mop it up and sop it up, my tongue be gettin' to lickin'
You been poppin' pills so you know a n***a feel it
You sick of main drugs, you wanna be my Whitney
Houston got a problem every time we in the city
Sippin' on that Lena, ridin' in that beamer
On some Babel shit, Brad, be my Angelina
Now tell me, have you seen her? Tell her come and get me
We can't have the world, we can split it fifty-fifty
Now tell me is you wit' me

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
I wanna know (Wanna know, about you) more about you
Let me hit your line, treat you right
And I don't wanna sweat you (I don't wanna sweat you)
Let me be your n***a, baby (Oh-oh-ohh)
[Verse 2: Tre'Amani]
And the second time's just for the love
Middle finger to the n***as just tryin' to fuck
Y'all lame to us, stop hatin' us
We just chasin' paper, man, this shit changin' us, uh, trust
And we these elephants for elegance
And I don't understand why these lame n***as relevant, yeah
And we just tellin' it, uh, how it is, bae
We gettin' money 'round here, that's how you live, bae
No stress, care less what your friends say (Aww, nah, nah)
We so [?] fuckin' mad for the kid's play
They just mad 'cause they not you, I got you
Make a little something you can shop to and rock to, uh
Fuck friends, all they ever do is jock you
Try to tell you once, but I couldn't stop you, I got to
Get back to the [?] and the figures, so let me be your n***a, your n***a

[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz]
I wanna know more about you
Let me hit your line, treat you right
And I don't wanna sweat you
Let me be your n***a, baby (Be yours, oh, lil' baby)

[Outro: Interviewer, Interviewer & Brent Faiyaz]
Fashions and cars, and um, I um, spend a lot of money on the, um, fairer sex, which gets me in a lot of trouble
Cars and women?
I guess
Fast cars, fast women?
Well, some are slow
Cars or the women?
Both (laughter)
I wanna know more about you
Let me hit your line, treat you right
And I don't wanna sweat you
Let me be your n***a, baby