Fudge (Low Steppa Remix - Edit)

Give it that

Give it that

Yeah, they heard of how I move

They want my style and that's the truth

Champagne spillin' in the booth

While I dance to my own tunes

I got karats on my tooth

And I look good so he got news

Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof

But he sends me nudes

Self-esteem is through the roof

He's in a mood

Forgive his attitude

We fill the cup, know how we do

Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh

Little bit wild, live at the zoo

I'm not his wife, but he still approves

You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove

Who the F is, who the fudge is that?

Give it that

Own my own lane

Hamilton with the five hundred miles per hour in the rain

And I ain't slowin' down no time soon, man

'Cause I can't find the brakes

Championships with the big gold cup

And the six audacious rings

Sprayin' champagne from a bottle

With my name engraved on the side like a king

Me and my girl in the back of the PJ

Headin' for the weekend fling

That's that Boasty rap

But I can boast and back this ting

Return of the Mack like Morrison

Mark my words when I do my ting

See them scan my moves and they keep askin' like

Who the F is, who the fudge is that?

Yeah, they heard of how I move

They want my style and that's the truth

Champagne spillin' in the booth

While I dance to my own tunes

I got karats on my tooth

And I look good so he got news

Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof

But he sends me nudes

Self-esteem is through the roof

He's in a mood

Forgive his attitude

We fill the cup, know how we do

Give it that, uh, give it that, ooh

Little bit wild, live at the zoo

I'm not his wife, but he still approves

You know I be rude 'cause I got that groove