Im focused man

Tell Stout to holla at me man

Uh, young Hova, you heard

Trackmasters you heard



Yo, yes yall, Jigga man be ballin

Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin

Get the best of you whenever I put my all in

Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin

Jigga in call and ass drop

Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot

N**** mad when I brag about the cash I got

But Im used to not havin a lot

Im from the gutter and uh

I aint the type to ever chase your boss

Im the type to interior decorate the watch

Im the type to sling heavy weight on the block

In every state and block, word, Jiggas the hurt holla



Your lips are telling me yes, while youre kissin on my neck

Makin me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I dont know

Your hot boy style drives me wild

But in the back of mind I know



Even though I wanna see

How you put that thang on me

I cant let you get

The best of me



Even though I wanna see

How you put that thang on me

I cant let you get

The best of me



The best of me

The best of me



Conversation aint what, big thighs got you stuck

Feelings startin to show, should I stay, should I go, I dont know

Youre drivin me crazy, I wanna be your lady

But I got a man at home



Even though I wanna see

How you put that thang on me

I cant let you get

The best of me



Even though I wanna see

How you put that thang on me

I cant let you get

The best of me



The best of me

The best of me, oh...oh...



5-4-3-2-1

Carolina blue kicks, hottest n**** on the block

Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh

High school crossover, wave to wave picks

Music aint