[Verse 1:]
Had hit records on my demo,
Did, y'all boys, not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental,
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothafucka.
Figured out this shit, it's simple,
My stock been goin' up like a crescendo,
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes,
But, nigga, I do not want to be friends, though.
I told, y'all mothafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song,
This a fuck-a-stripper-on-a-mink-rug song,
This a fuck-them-boys-forever-hold-a-grudge song
Pop-some-fuckin'-champagne-in-the-tub song, nigga, just-because song.
[Chorus:]
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doin' this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove, nah,
This for me, though.
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people,
And they don't have no award for that.
Trophies, trophies,
And they don't have no award for that,
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open,
I just do it cause I'm ‘sposed to, nigga.
[Verse 2:]
Bitch, I go to Dreams with a suitcase,
I got my whole country on a new wave.
She like, “I heard all your niggas stay where you stay”.
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days,
Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage.
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding,
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit,
Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it.
I told, y'all mothafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song,
This a doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge song,
I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song,
Pop-some-fuckin'-champagne-in-the-tub song, nigga, just-because song.
[Chorus]