歌词
作词 : Devonte Hynes/Rakim Mayers/Patrick Houston
作曲 : Devonte Hynes/Rakim Mayers/Patrick Houston
And my man Rico
MVB in the house
My dog C-9 with his face, my dog TC over here
Grinnin' on gold, and I'm finnin' to come up
Three spot
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Switchin' up your style, but you've waited too long
Funny until now so it's wrong
Pacing yourself and racing yourself in the name of truth
What's true?
(Baby)
Brother, baby, we've seen it all
And we're tired
So what you want from me?
(Grinnin' on gold)
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Tell me what you want from me
(Lookin' for the chewin', for the chewin')
Nothin' can replace me if you're not takin' my lead
Better to be broken than in need
Brother, baby, we've seen it all
And we're tired
So what you want from me?
(What you want from me)
Tell me what you want from me
(What you want from me, baby)
Tell me what you want from me (Want from me)
(Grinnin' on gold)
Tell me what you want from me (Want from me)
Tell me what you want from me (Want from me)
(Oh my baby, god, let's go alone)
Lookin' for the truth, for the job
Blowing like the time, word of mouth
Shawty told me that this world is ours
Selfish with that p***y like it's mine
Peppermint, double-mint, spearmint, type of shit
She the type of chick to get right on the d**k
Ride on the d**k, with no license and shit
No relatives, sentimental
It's detrimental, still compared to this relevance
She the type of chick to get right on the d**k
Ride on the d**k, with no license and shit
Back and forth, wall to wall, usin' jaw
Losin' drawers in the sauce, now
On the clock, never off
That b***h got, won't let her off, and it's all good
Shout out my ex, though, she was the best, though
Got on my damn nerves, hella fresh, though
I bought that Guess shirt, she had that mesh shirt
I turned it to a sweatshirt, throw on that sweatshirt
She ****s with Earl, too,
She ****s with girls, too, I **** with her too
Tell her quit the chattin', jaws made for chewin'
If you ****in' with me,
Bet you know what you're doin', like
Vavet, get the new CD, fear me before they kill me
Right now, Fear me, in person
Buy feel me, before they kill me! You heard me?
Perp talk, I like the dirty, dirty,
The little beat it, beat it
Tell her lies and form us a whole lot of shit
She'll never get, bend over let me hit
A North Memphis nigga, he's very slick
Ho, don't beat a bi', and they see you break
That ho a trouble rich b***h, I got plenty cake
She get it like she do, ‘cause she pretty freak
Plenty hate, I got choppers, call me pretty Drake
Pretty Drake