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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Vocals
Tre
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alan Parker
Songwriter
Mark Henry
Songwriter
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Walker Johnson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wale
Executive Producer
Mark Henry
Producer
Cody Sciara
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Rick & Jochy
Assistant Producer
Kev "No Credit" Spencer
Recording Engineer
Rick Ross
Executive Producer
Enduhstreatz
Producer
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I try to tell them I'm one of the best thinkers of this class I'm in
I feel like
[Verse 2]
(Make that music)
Oh shit, Ima let the chips fall
**** is Kemba Walker, tryna see me pitfall
**** is stylin' like a synagogue, think about it
Centerfold bitches probably couldn't get a drink up out me
They say I need some guidance
But I think they need a stylist
Bitch, you should see my wallet
This bitch gon' need Pilates
And you can't see Folarin
What the fuck, you retarded?
I ain't huggin' the corner but I hustle so enormous
A modern day Goodfella, I'm Ray Liotta
Loud smokin' so pass the L like a semicolon
Yeah, the Bentley is rented but I got many chauffeurs
Foamposites, if you ain't got 'em then you penny-loafing
Underrated that's temporarily for the moment
Only marry your woman if mama cold as Willona
See I'm second to no one, I'm the messenger poet
They slowly showin' they colors, they music good but they bogus
[Verse 3]
Wale (They talkin')
Wale (They talkin')
(Talkin' 'bout Folarin)
What they sayin' Wale?
(They talkin') What they sayin' Wale?
(They talkin')
(Talkin' 'bout Folarin)
Still in it, Wale
Wale (They talkin')
What they sayin' Wale?
(They talkin' bout Folarin)
Who this talkin', Wale?
Hold up
[Verse 4]
These bitch ass ****
Verse two gonna be fuckin' with verse one
Especially when you're writin' shit that can never be done, Joe
That Kevin Love flow
Bored of the shooters, my women bein' the newest
Yo bitches should buy a loofah
Where I'm from, they is ruthless
Babies turn into shooters
Crazy talkin' and foolish
You catch a shell like a Koopa
And I don't give a fuck, see my bitches is Kama Sutra
One of them bitches is cute, the rest of them is congruent
Why you talkin' my ****? Just go and do it
**** awful at dressin', they just a'ight at music
I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut
Still got me another deal, big as any **** in music
The remedy is "Get your hustle on"
Fuck a broad unless you love a broad
Well in that case brother then love her hard
Put my trust in my dog, put my trust in my God
'Less you Stabler and Benson, I don't fuck with the law
[Verse 5]
Wale (They talkin')
Wale (They talkin' bout Folarin)
What they sayin' Wale?
Wale (They talkin')
What they sayin' Wale?
(They talkin' bout Folarin)
Still in it, Wale
Wale (They talkin')
What they sayin' Wale?
(They talkin' bout Folarin)
Who this talkin', Wale?
Hold up
[Verse 6]
(So let 'em know)
(Make that music)
Written by: Alan Parker, Author Unknown Composer, Mark Henry, Olubowale Akintimehin, Walker Johnson