Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Ayy, ayy)

Mmh-mmh, yeah

She say she wan vibe with a real one (hmm)

Pattern, baby it’s all pattern (yessir)

She like the accent, she like the flex

Say I smell like Burberry mixed with a cheque

No long ting, baby don’t vex

You know my ting proper, I come with respect

Slide in the Uber, destination vibes

She don’t really dance but tonight she might

Glass of prosecco, eyes on mine

Say she want love but no headline

She wan come my yard, no chit-chat (uh)

Told her pattern, I don't do mismatch (nah)

All my guys them clean, no riff-raff

If you ride with me, you gon’ live that (yeah)

Pattern, baby it's all pattern

We no dey force the action

You move sweet, no caption

You too cold, no ration

(Mm-mm, oh)

Pattern, baby it’s all pattern

Your body soft like satin

If I go ghost, she’s rantin’

But I’m still here, no lackin’

She say, “Boy, you too composed”

I just laugh, take sip, do toast

London girl with a Côte d'Ivoire glow

Said she wan trip, now she don’t wan go

No makeup, still a ten-ten

She no be fake, no pretend

Me, I dey calm, I don’t beg

But if you roll, I go spend

You no need to post for the Snap

Everything lowkey, we move like that

No screenshot, no throwback

Real-life vibes, girl, know that

Pattern, baby it's all pattern

We no dey force the action

You move sweet, no caption

You too cold, no ration

(Mm-mm, oh)

Pattern, baby it’s all pattern

Your body soft like satin

If I go ghost, she’s rantin’

But I’m still here, no lackin’

If I leave, I go come back

You dey my mind, no cap

Pattern, baby it's all pattern...

(You too cold, no ration)