Uh, when the cameras show up, we show out And we can roll up and roll out Let them think what they think, it's funny how They didn't get it then, so they won't now Yeah 'cause they don't know us They can't say what they say Don't give a thought Don't need them anyway Everywhere I go, I gotta pose Sittin' on the throne with a 'fro Chillin' with a prince at the BAFTA's Gold all over the globe Anytime I stress, I can get it from a rasta Headside, kill 'em when they know Didn't wanna, now they wanna know Baby said, "Shh, you can hit it on the low" You can hit it on the low, you can hit it on the low Come in on your own, leave your knickers at the door Yeah, I'm the AP, got the wonder tug-a-war I don't holla anymore, tryna make a nigga poor Tryna hit me with the drink, no no They might think, they don't know Let 'em talk ish, promo 'Cause we don't really care 'bout nothin' When the cameras show up, we show out And we can roll up and roll out Let them think what they think, it's funny how They didn't get it then, so they won't now Yeah 'cause they don't know us They can't say what they say Don't give a thought Don't need them anyway It's Kid Ink, uh, canine That kitty got me feelin' like a canine I'm just tryna live, baby, can I? We at the KWest, startin' KI's Woo, I just bought the whole LA out Uh, live is a beach, bitch lay out Uh, hit the blunt, baby what you gotta say now? Woo, I know you want it, ow Ha, get you higher than the Eiffel Pour up, baby, put a lil' ice too Yeah, I remember back in high school I used to have a girl that looked just like you Yeah and with all of these flashbacks Say ain't no tellin' what I might do When the cameras show up, we show out And we can roll up and roll out Let them think what they think, it's funny how They didn't get it then, so they won't now Yeah 'cause they don't know us They can't say what they say Don't give a thought Don't need them anyway Young man comin' up from the corner Nobody tryna say mi never wan ya Never have to worry 'bout if he give me the banana Me haffi tell them na na na na na Oh no no, slide in my DMs and my wrists just froze I'm too cold, don't wanna play 'cause I'm gettin' too old What's new? Bitch, I'm in the stu' Cookin' up a hurricane, mix with the flu And they love my wrists, and my moschino pon mi coupe The track ain't a track, don't let the Don ah come through My rule number 1 is don't play number 2 Fucking with my nigga, you will end up on the news Messin' with the paper that you rapped up in views Real, real ting, all I do is tell the truth When the cameras show up, we show out And we can roll up and roll out Let them think what they think, it's funny how They didn't get it then, so they won't now Yeah 'cause they don't know us They can't say what they say Don't give a thought Don't need them anyway I know a girl from the ends She likes to take it down low She said she wanna let me inside But her daddy said no I know a girl with a woo I call her Paris in my phone I know a girl from the southside Don't wanna take you all home