[Intro]
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit

[Hook]
In the middle of the party, bitch get off me
In the cut I'm rollin' up my broccoli
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli
Whispered in my ear she trying to leave with me
Said that I can get that pussy easily
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily
I'm a dirty dog, I did it sleazily

[Bridge]
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit

[Verse 2]
I got companies and Pesos, I got people on my payroll
She don't do it 'less I say so, I don't smoke if it ain't fuego
I should sauce 'em up like Prego, fettucini with Alfredo
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega
I was 5 or 7 years old when I had told myself, "Okay you're special"
But I treat you like my equal, never lesser
I was twenty-six years old when we had dropped this one amazing record
Had the world steppin', that's what I call epic
Couple summers later, I got paper
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel
With the capers on a square plate
At the restaurant with the why-you-gotta-stare face
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass
Rapper face, dread headed
Golden diamond teeth wearin'
They just mad cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy
Turnt up in the party gettin' lit to Yachty
With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mami
[Outro]
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit
Ain't no tellin' what I'm finna be on
I'm beyond all that fuck shit