Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahI just ran into your chick, ooh, she like thatJust mixed the Bape with the Simons, my badAnd you fell in love, so sadYou wish that you could go back to when she said call backHe came with that drip and left with a toe tagI went to the mall, I walked out with more bagsThey say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polarSend that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solarAnd I feel like Chris Paul with the floaterAin't believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show herRemember when I wanna link, they ain't wanna show upFunny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin' upHit my phone, say you popular, I ain't popularYeah, chopper hit him, have him singin' pop with usYeah, how you say you gang if you ain't pop with us?And I remember all them times they ain't fuck with usYeah, fuck the opps, fuck the oppsI see right through these niggas, I see through they nogginBoy, you beggin' for attention, you ain't really poppin'And you can't hang with the gang, you ain't really gon' pop shitAnd practice makes perfect, so the star, had to polishAnd I only hang with day ones, you already know how I'm rockin'If he talkin' bullshit, I don't even know why you talkin'All these niggas gon' be fake, real man, I know how to start itI just ran into your chick, ooh, she like thatJust mixed the Bape with the Simons, my badAnd you fell in love, so sadYou wish that you could go back to when she said call backHe came with that drip and left with a toe tagI went to the mall, I walked out with more bagsThey say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polarSend that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solarAnd you fell in love, that's your faultGot racks in the vault, in New York like stocksAnd she showin' off her parts, he get smoked like a cartAnd I know she wanna come and crop in the PorscheThat's like cryin' on a horse, your nigga a dorkI cannot focus, I might hop up in a FordAnd my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storageThat's an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor itI just ran into your chick, ooh, she like thatJust mixed the Bape with the Simons, my badAnd you fell in love, so sadYou wish that you could go back to when she said call backHe came with that drip and left with a toe tagI went to the mall, I walked out with more bagsThey say a nigga heart cold, ain't talkin' polarSend that boy to the stars, now he talkin' solar