Mic Check

Mi-mic check, one two

Gyal wanna check man, not check you

Check, check, wanna check man, not you

You, you, you, you

Wanna check man, not you

You, you, you, you, you

Don't, don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it, no

Don't, don't take it, no

Don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it no

Keep on loving on

Uh, mic check, mic check

She's holding my hood on cam, that's mic check

If she got JuJu 'gina I'm whipped

Might sex like a demon child but I'm blessed

North side nigga got miles in my ends

Ain't no good girl in a bad circle of friends

Shorty wanna ride, made her hip-hop again

Might pop in the chart but I'm grime in the bed

Yeah, mic check, it's A

Go to The Shard for our first date

Hit the bando door with a barricade

And the crack so good, need a accolade

Uh, mic check, 29

Wreck that bitch face like Ellen Price

She just wanna cuddle when it's beddy time

But I told her "babe, right now it's not teddy time"

Uh, mic check, it's S

Gave her the sex, she said she feel it in her chest

Can you handle the fame? You know you're fucking with a star

When you're fucking with me, they talk about you in the press

Took a little time just to get it together, better late then never

Matching Alyx hoodies for the rainy weather

Lost count how many times I broke your heart

I'm tryna make it better, you know

Don't, don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it, no

Keep on loving

Don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it, no

Keep on loving

I've been waiting just like seven days so I can taste it, taste it

And she asking, "Can you fill me in to Craig David?"

I was surprised she sucked me so good with that braces

And I told her, "I'm a monster, baby, can you face it?"

Ay, she cut me off, now we talk again

That pussy wet, it pours, it rains

Seattle Gold my collection of rose

But I'll bring you flowers in the pouring rain

Sweet tooth gyally wanna chop this boy

In her mouth she say it's sweet like chocolate boy

Celibate boy, chop this boy

Please don't turn me on

Tell the DJ rewind

In the club doing the champagne dance, gold chain and the gold card won't decline

Yeah we're rich, rich, rich, had to say it three times

Uh, all these runway pieces, ain't enough time for me to wear the shit

Yeah, we're getting to the bag

Getting money forever

Tryna find a good girl I can share it with, you know

Don't, don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it, no

Keep on loving

Don't, don't take it

Personal

Don't take it, no

Keep on loving

Had to dash, you know we crashed

I'm moving forward

Realized you're not the guy, I'm over you, yeah

No more titles, not entitled

Moving forward

Had to dash, you know we crashed

I'm over you