Ah what's really crazy is y'all really still sleep That's what's crazy, that's what's crazy But it's all good though, I'll be your wake-up call Yeah Yeah Time to flip the pillow back over to the cool side Yeah. Feel me? I kinda like when they sleep on me though That's why they call me "Freddy" I like that Let's get it You had me sleepin' on the fact that I was really like that But it wasn't a deep sleep, it was a really light nap I finally woke up, and we broke up, shouldn'it be illy like that It's kinda hard to play Jermaine, when you really ...Mike Jack I might've tapped her a couple of times, but we ain't really like that And you look good in that white dress but I can't really wife that You had me lookin' at your exes, like you're really like that? Oh yeah, I'm not your cup of tee, I'm a tequila nightcap I gave it to you straight, I was tryna give you love You gave in to the hate I came through after the club and gave it to you late That time you was in a bind I gave it to you nape Ya'll know what come with it And I can't give you hoes shit, you got to come get it Ya'll got to meet at the studio and come spit it My Benz got the AMG I got to come kit it My Yankee 7 and a quarter, I'm 'a come fitted Yeah that's my fav cap, Jon Stan and grave cap It was SF to the death until they waved cap Honestly a nigga ain't forget, but I forgave cap These hoes'll have your head spinnin' like a wave cap Had screenshot all the lies, had to save cap That I won't ever tell no one it's to the grave cap I'm 'a bad bitch, but money made me behave cap They'll still turn to the side Flavor Flav cap Shorty fail the test every time with a grade cap But she get an "A" for the head like a Braves cap Guess niggas stalled, I was snoozing 'cause I'm laid-back Now I'm at their necks like I'm Club Shay Shay, Katt And I don't know why liars lie Why they say they're fly as I? Niggas ain't been fly this long, this is that NY, Dubai Who decides war, Ruff Ryders nigga "Ride or Die" Black Ricky's got me watching red cars driving by Rick ain't see them guys behind, gotta keep my eyes on mine I get up and chase my dreams, every day is rise-and-grind I be in New Zealand at the tower hit "The Sky" to dine Both had the salmon with a salad, I had fries with mine One days in Auckland, next day in Melbourne Juicy fest, Louis V then back to the hotel for 'em Staying at "The W", Ls don't get dwelled-on Dinner time at Nobu, Burn City Melbourne Looking like they're falling off, it's looking like I held on Turning the V12 on is turning the females on This'll make a cool shorty wet like a pool party Moving like I'm Aquaman, this' the aqua-blue body I said, "It's a cool party", YG said a bool party Haters never close their mouth, pillow full of drool probably But this whip matching the drip The drip matching the strip I'm a sick nigga she trying to risk catching this shit The ass poking out and her shit matching her hips Or else she got to go can't mismatch in this bitch And some don't know no better they're just ratchet as shit They be so busy tripping they miss catching a trip I told her, don't snooze and miss the moment You with a winner now don't lose like my opponents Sex you back to sleep like I used some melatonin And that's word to Chris Brown it's "Dueces" in the morning I'm gone