She said look ma no hands

And no darling I don't dance

And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka

I think i deserve a chance

I'm a bad mothafucka

Go ask some mothafuckas

A young handsome mothafucka

I sling that wood

I just nun chuck em

And, who you wit

And, what's yo name

And, you not hip boo, I'm Wale

And, that D.C. shit I rep all day

And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze

Don't blow my high

Let me shine

Drumma on the beat

Let me take my time

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Fight for what broad>

These hoes ain't mine

Is you out yo mind

You out yo league

I sweat no bitches

Just sweat out weaves

Wear our tracks

Let me do my thing

I got 16, for this Roscoe thing

But, i'm almost done

Let me get back to it

Whole lotta loud

And a little backwood

Whole lotta money

Big tip I would

I put her on the train

Little engine could, bitch