[Intro]
Gotta do what I gotta do
Mmm-hmm
Yeah
Uh

[Verse]
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go da Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random n***a that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel and we never waited
I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
So we took it da go, told 'em, "Don't even plate it"
And we nevеr talked too much after I blew up
Just only "hеllo" or a "happy belated"
And I think I text her and told her, "I made it"
And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it
And that's when I text her and told her I love her
Then right after, texted and told her, "I'm faded"
She asked what have I learned since getting richer?
I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit' cha, damn
Is it the fall? Time for me da revisit the past
There's women a call, there's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
There's stories to tell, we've been through it all, damn
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions, like:
[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
And we say, "Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
Fucking right
Fucking right, alright"
And we say, "Hell yeah
Yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Fucking right
Damn right, alright"
Aw, yeah

[Outro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah