You could be, you could, you could be, you could, you could be, you could be down, down, down, downUh, I mean what's to understand, always knew I had it coming, all I needed was a planOh no, now all these new girls wanna be downBut nah, nah, middle finger and a plumberNon-believer, I'm a mama, word to GodOh no, you will never ever beSmokin' tropical flavor swishers, walkin' they takin' picturesSay I'm her man, I'm sayin' it's unofficialI was f***ed with the blonde in the Saint LaurentWe could get it on in my living room, rawSh** them on, she like, but on the radio you don't have a songGive me some time baby, I'll prove you wrongBaby you can have it all, in like two yearsMaybe three, maybe four, sh** I take my timeI've been doin' tables at 1-0Sh** I take my time, I've been doin' tables at 1-0And up and down, I was 15 that day and nightJust f***in' around, ain't a surpriseBoy sellin' you lies, I'm from the cityWhen the f*** don't need to driveWe hop on the subway, my girl is on runwaysShe say she go to class, but never on MondaysBaby I'm that new f*** you'll realize one dayYou'll be foolish to neglect it, I'm very well respectedUh, I mean what's to understandAlways knew I had it coming, all I needed was a planOh no, now all these new girls wanna be downBut nah, nah, middle finger and a planMy f***ing non-believer, I'm a momma, word to GodOh nah, you will never ever beUh, oh my, no lie, as I've come to expect itOpen-ended suggestions, you keep textin'Like who you impressin'?F***in' up all these first impressionsI just thought you had a sense to know who you could be in bed withInstead this sensitive entitlement got us out of some idol tipI'm committed, when it's convenient, you stuck on this title sh**Talkin' David Bridles and sh**What you want from a n***a, never give it upBut still a lot of flyin' for a n***a, good lieA lot of f*** you want talk, but you too stuck on bullThen fall in love with a lawAnd all these f***ers showin' up, slow to adjustLate to the party, I get it, you chose to sleepAin't no need to say if he's sorryApologies for the brash demeanorThe paper's comin' in, the past just lookin' so much greenerAnd time is money, that's word to any and anybodyWhoever quote it, I swear you could've been downAnd what's worse is you'll never noticeWhat's up?Uh, I mean what's to understandAlways knew I had it coming, all I needed was a planOh no, now all these new girls wanna be downBut nah, nah, middle finger and a blind voteNon-believer, I'm a momma, word to GodOh no, you will never ever beDown, down, down, down, down, down, downI've been asking you to stayBut no matter what I sayYou can't see that I knowWhat's to understandI'm not sure if I can take this anymoreCan't you see I could be everything you wanted moreLet me be what you needDon't you know that I adore youOh, you know that I could be down for youLet me be the one that you're down forLet me be the one that you're down for