I wanna know more about you (*uh, it is what it is*)
Let me hit your line, treat you right (unh-uh)
And i don't wanna sweat you
Let me be your ni**a, baby
{verse 1: *tre'amani*}
Uh, look, ever since i could remember, b*tches 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 b*tchin'
Hold me when i cry, always there to listen
Respect my decisions, said it's fine, i'm living
fu*k 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, (?)
You been poppin' pills so you know a ni**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 (?) sh*t, 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 ni**a, baby (*oh-oh-ohh*)
{verse 2: *tre'amani}
And the second time's just for the love
Middle finger to the ni**as just tryin' to fu*k
Y'all lame to us, stop hatin' us
We just chasin' paper, man, this (?) changin' us, uh, trust
And we these elephants for elegance
And i don't understand why these lame ni**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 (?) fu*kin' 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
fu*k 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 ni**a, your ni**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 ni**a, baby (*be yours, oh, lil' baby...*)
{outro:}
*fashions and cars, and um, i um, spend a lot of money on the um, fairer sex
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 ni**a, baby