I'm Saying

[Intro] Riiiiiight It’s that Cinematic shit It’s that Black Apple shit Everything’s extravagant It’s a higher way of life And I’m all in [Verse 1] I’m that nigga, that’s why your bitch is all on me Introduce her to the shrimp over at Bond Street Let her shop, show her I think of her fondly I toss and cop, I don’t even do laundry It’s Goodwill after I one-wear them My ears popping, nigga, I can never hear them Big nigga, popping all of the models Molton Bown body wash, 38 bucks a bottle What up? Buddy Love up in this motherfucker Senseless, still a motherfucker Big business, baby, nothing like them other suckers Steady tryna keep tags on ya, tryna cuff ya, nah Do your thing, baby, you freed up Just respect yourself and keep it G’d up Barack preaching ‘bout change And I know you sick of fucking with them lames I’m saying [Chorus] Baby girl, I ain’t hating, that’s a sucker move But choose up if you tryna catch a W You could meet me at the W Got dour by the ounce, Zeros, they by the case, too Hit the spa, get a facial The way you do it make them other broads hate you Keep them suckers in they lane Fuck with this fly shit and quit playing, I’m saying [Verse 2] Riiiiight, you tryna fuck with a boss or a worker? You gotta treat yourself, baby, don’t cheat yourself Do the right thing, ‘cause baby girl, you deserve to Be the First Lady in my White House You should be iced out, instead of arguing bout petty shit Like your mandatory mani- and pedi- shit He ain’t bout bread He just wanna smoke dirt and watch bootlegs Shake from that nigga, you should do that ‘Cause when you fuck with a wack nigga, that make you wack Come enhance your shoe game up some Red bottoms, no more of them Nine West joints What you waiting for? Ain’t nothing else to think ‘bout Get boujee on that nigga, ‘cause it’s in style One move got you right up in the In-Crowd Lebron James shit, you need to win now Ha, I’m saying [Bridge] When in doubt, let me be the one you go to Little mama need guidance? Let me coach you Keep your head up when them fast-talkers approach you It’s never too late, I can still mold you (Riiiight) Focus up, you should be Venice-slacking It feel a little different in the winners’ bracket It’s time for the change Them lame niggas fucking up the game, I’m saying [Chorus] Baby girl, I ain’t hating, that’s a sucker move But choose up if you tryna catch a W You could meet me at the W Got dour by the ounce and Rosé by the case, too Hit the spa, get a facial The way you do it make them other broads hate you Keep them suckers in they lane Fuck with this fly shit and quit playing, I’m saying [Outro] I’m saying You tryna fuck with this winners’ circle? Or you tryna fuck with them squares? No, don’t do that freaky shit over here It’s that Black Apple shit It’s that Cinematic shit DZA! Riiiiiight