Yeah, yeah Why you tryna beef inside the function? Yeah Got us looking crazy at the luncheon Yeah Then you go hookin' with your assumptions You too smart to be up on that dumb shit Yeah, yeah All that liquor consumption Yeah Got you over actin', on some drunk shit Yeah It's a whole fuckin' production I'm two seconds from combustion Yeah, yeah But I can't front, I love it Yeah You kinda turn me on when you does it Ooh, yeah Every time you act a fool out in public Shit You make me wanna say: Fuck it Then I do, it's a mood Fuck around and have us in the news Win or lose, guess it's true I can't stay mad at you (yeah) When you the one that I choose For all the wild things you do And I'm not excused I be on my bullshit too And I'm not excused We both act a fool That's just the way that we move I could never stay I can't stay mad at you (uh) If doin' too much was a person (yeah) Now tell me how you thuggin' wearin' Birkins (yeah) Any other nigga would be nervous I sit back and laugh, I'm just observin' Yeah, yeah That tequila be workin' (yeah) Knew you was crazy, liquor just confirms it (yeah) I'm a long way from perfect But you further than the worst, bitch Yeah, yeah But I can't front, I love it (yeah) You kinda turn me on when you does it (oh, yeah) Every time you cuttin' up out in public (shit) You make me wanna come touch ya Then I do, it's a mood We done fucked around and now we in the nude When I'm moved, you my boo I can't stay mad at you (oh) When you're the one that I choose For all the wild things you do And I'm not excused I be on my bullshit too I be on my bullshit too We both act a fool That's just the way that we move I could never stay mad I can't stay mad at you Made my own bed and I laid in it with my mistress You won't forgive me over these bitches, just bitches You act like I don't know your business, who you been with? I could run none of this (I could run none of this) Point guard, quarterback, but you swear to God It's all in the past, when we took a break You was running back, so if we kick it now They be running back Sign on this car, we the perfect match You gon' call the plate and we gon' hit the sack Or you can snap And I'm used to that, but I can't stay mad You can't, you can't, you can't Take it slow now Oh, oh, oh Could you buy me a new jet? Oh, but I got to run