[Big K.R.I.T.]
Ever since I was a young'n, up in my grandmomma house
Watchin "The Mack", recitin it back, like, "Boy, whatchu talkin 'bout?"
Droppin a switch, hittin a lick, tryna get rich, off in this bitch
Droppin my top, I'm poppin my trunk, I'm whippin my wheel like I'm whippin my grits
These n***as ain't shit, these n***as ain't real, these n***as is frauds
Most these haters been cuffin, crushin, lovin all on they broads
So I pull up car, slam a do', break a hoe, down
Run her throat 'til it's sore, pass that hoe 'round
They say, "Hold up.. Damn K.R.I.T. that's fucked up!," I know it
They say, "Hold up.. Damn, K.R.I.T. let's po' up," I fo' it
I-I-I, I'm feelin good, feelin great, how are you?
So much bass when I pop my tape, cain't feel my face, can you feel yours too?
I +Got This+ here, I +Got This+ here, might have to chop that up
Her pussy wet, she swab the dick, might have to mop that up
She say, "What's haapnin? I'm tryna fuck", might have to prop that up
Bop that up, cock that up, don't act all shocked, bitch slop that up

[Chorus]
I-I-I need that... I want that...
I'm 'bout that... what's haapnin?
I seen that... I bought that...
I own that... I'm snappin
Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothing!
(Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe)
Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothing!
(Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe)
Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothing!
(Not a thang, not a-not a thang, hoe)
Y'all n***as ain't talkin bout nothing
That I cain't do, that you done done that I ain't did