Track 6 (feat. Kanye West, Anderson .Paak & Thundercat)

I'm tryna roll like a thug already Take you back to dinner, to the club already I'm tryna make you some kids already Make me go HAM on the crib already (Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign) Say less, don't talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) Say less, don't talk to me (please don't talk to me) Too many questions (questions) Not enough answers (answers) You want some more time (more time) I just don't have none (have none) We can get to the point (to the point) Skip all the small talk (skip all the small talk) Enough of the long talks (long talks) Say you want a long walk I got a lot on my mind Things that I'm goin' through Don't wanna talk to you (talk to you Way too involved with you To send you the voicemail (voicemail) I had them bars on you Who was you talking to? Phone cut off on you No long talks Everything is my fault (everything is my fault) No long No long emails, no long text No long talks (no long talks) Everything is my fault (everything is my fault) You need to get to the point already We ain't tryna get to the club already Say less, don't talk to me (don't talk to me, talk to me) Say less, don't talk to me (say less and don't talk you to me) Know I shouldn't have stayed too long Running out of- Peace lil' mama, it was me, it was all my fault Three in the morning, I should be more kind to my liver I go belly up with three side piece desserts Around this time, it start to look like Caribana When I'm 'round, she want me to bust down on the kitten Message on read, was kinda livid Never paid for, but I cop a couple french fries Pills in a Ziploc, you should come and get me Your favorite thing is in her It's right within the center He put you up on game like a mentor He, and then forget you You called and he just saved her My pockets on big boy, my drop was color sea foam You thought that puka was all you good for I'm here to show you you more Guess that's what I'm here for Here for (here for) Ooh-ooh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah