[Chorus]
It's highly possible, baby
That these things that you do to me drive me crazy
It's highly possible, baby
That these things that you say to me drive me crazy
Baby, baby, baby

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
It's possible that we could be on tropical
Islands eatin' lobster, diamond's sicker than a hospital
You're crying cause it's possible that breaking up is probable
Fucking up your makeup and I'm acting like it's comical
You're still my baby, know them other bitches lazy, though
I'll never let you play me, ho, what you think, I'm crazy, ho?
Ain't nobody playing me unless it's on the radio
But I probably could still sell a show out when I'm 80, though
Uh, turn up God and I'm still at large
I just wanna party hard, ball at every cost
And I been chef-ing in the kitchen, oh, you smell the sauce
Stacking records like a weapon, 'bout to let it off
Too focused to be fucking with them whack hoes
Strapped bros, tryna keep up ta dis cash flow
We ain't seeing eye to eye, but still my ride or die
And if I went to jail today, you'll take the stand and lie

[Chorus]
It's highly possible, baby
That these things that you do to me drive me crazy
It's highly possible, baby
That these things that you do to me drive me crazy