Wait, keep a couple seconds Had to save that P just to get that pounds Rounds, everyone asleep when I touch down Way too late to be making sounds Pre-made meal in the mouth So I'm squatting in the shower, scratching my system Now marching the missile with that 9-5, fell asleep obscene So I'm misting piss, that's micturition In this position, I'm in this position All the delicacy of that bag taste so f***ing delicious Erudite, tell me what's that all about They ask how many figures, I tell them figure me out They wanna see her pre-her dream to deal her, take her out for dinner Figures thicker than a stripper's tip-up Dealing with that woman, with that frick I'm still in Europe Mitting realistic, no, no, really, no, no, with that wooden Solely giving them the boot, African-English dilute So I can, and my babies with their curly hair with any dude Some of my babies get their mamas airing attitude though All of these roots, gotta give my gratitude Think about six us boys, but I grew up, mate, I choose stinks of the Udwansua Heard that rim out soon, I thought they knew her, untrue, those intruders Yo, gossip out, tell me what's that all about They ask how many figures, I tell them figure me out Wait, people know the obsession, not to mention me just to get that clout Clowns, counterfeit on a TL, see him in real on a DL Wow, I got that swaggy Afrofusion kind of sound But I can bop it, spin and twist it back around Peter Piper picked peppers and got his accolade Beat the pussy, I'ma do the same, emancipate I'd normally be the anomaly, tragic, hey, at least I'm topical If they don't give it to T, they'll never give it to you Somehow the alphabet U, they go get the V from a fluke Ask, is it like it hit, he didn't, no giving out Then they ask how many figures, I tell them figure me out Yo, branching out, like which bank can support the income? It's a big one, and I can't book appointments like it's fiction But I see the advert, bank alert, I'm concerned Then the lad pulled my account up, saw the figures, started to flirt I dropped the verses on nervous, giving gal a purpose Now my cervix hurts, so I've got to piss and spout But forget the knickers, besides pissing a river They ask how many figures, you tell them figure me out