Don't think too much, you gon' lose it Just lose yourself in the music Get off your *** move that thang, girl All my girls my main, girl Run and run and in planes Till they change to a strat to do range Till they see how I'm working straight, girl These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back I run my gun I'm the big shot now Bring me down and hit them like wow Hitchcock in my modern day Where the **** is my VMA? Where the **** is my Grammy? Supermodels wearing new panties Supercar now driving new Camrys Fresh meals on the table, no rallies These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back My girlfriend look like she from Gilmore Dance on my bench like we from Fillmore This my ghetto story crescendo Cook with them same windows, limos Why no label have me in limbo? Too much tempo in Richard Prismo Rappin' on gold, black as the Congo Pay me pronto, orange, no camera I'm on a new level I'm too courtier than too ghetto If you knew better, you'd do better But then you would know why the word on my penis Please do not treat me like I'm not a genius I'm riding on empty, the new River Phoenix I'm on that bristol Broke from the ends, got the pistol Broke from the ends, I'ma get you These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These ****** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back These **** want me back With a pleasure to meet you Not too long ago I creeped through Whenever I see you Can't figure what it did to me, yeah Everything see through Your facial smile, I see you Now they don't see you Mostly cause I don't need to