[Intro]
[Intro Chorus: Seth Dyer]
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free
Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you
Why would I wanna' be you n***a'
[Verse 1: Seth Dyer]
I get paper like a mailbox, n***as' lukewarm and I'm red hot
I do this sh** for real and you just talk, I run the whole team you the mascot
n***a' I just eat like I'm Rick Ross, and I'm high cla** like a Maybach
Eagles on my chains and these b**hes give me brains, n***a stay in your lane like you see cops
Oh God I'm looking like a star, you thinking that you hot, you seeing a mirage
Oh Lord, I think I'm going off, I keep it hand on like a ma**age
Live large, ill like Nas, n***a' you a fraud, pose like Kate Moss
Straight boss, clothes all dark, I wanna' own clubs and not play golf
Haha, man how do I come up with all of this sh**
I'm k**ing these rappers I'm digging a ditch
And I just be grinding that's shout out to Clipse
And your girl just tatted my name on her tits
Now I be up in this b**h and I like it, say f** you n***as' that's what I decided
Roll with my team n***a I am so bias, go back to school hommie' you need some guidance
Making this gold I got the hand of midas, you say you got sk** n***a' I cannot find it
Your outfit says you ain't' sh** you should hide it, my outfit says you cannot even buy it
[Chorus: Seth Dyer]
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free
Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you
Why would I wanna' be you n***a'
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap
Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free
Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you
Why would I wanna' be you n***a'
[Verse 2: Seth Dyer]
Why would I wanna' be you I can be me, your b**h lookin' at me on the TV
My game so cold like it's in Sochi, you don't get sh** n***a' you just so cheap
When you around me n***a' just don't speak, always on my sh** I be winning this whole week
You always losing like you be coyote, my team road running n***a' beep beep
f** with a girl that's cla**ic, don't f** with a girl that's ratchet
Three broads they be laying on the mattress, f** them all I can call that a hat trick
So wet I be in the Atlantic, with the s**, they all addicts
Got my dick up like taxes, got my dick up like taxes
Haha, I just say what I want to when I wanna say it
My worth is so high you can't even pay it
There's no piece for you in this pie it's been taken
And I love my work every day is a vacation
Now we on your b**hes playlist like all day, my flow so smooth you can call that sh** Olay
Clothes are all black I am so far from holy, plan all this ballin' like I just be coaching
My j**ellery is tanned it is so golden, playing my cards and I never be folding
Don't gotta' focus I go through the motions and you are so fake n***a' you must be joking
[Chorus x1.5]
[Outro]