We never notice, that's why we get lame
Tell your boyfriend, we don't hold a fake heart
Right now, me no want nobody, I'm a gang
When you a call down your phone, me make you answer
You don't know me, know the streps man, a gangster
Because of him, I buy the shrimp, them and the lobster
We give you the beer, the butter, him a do the sponsor
While you a give your boyfriend a excuse
Me a think bout fi execute my next move
Me want me, want me, tell you to answer them fi excuse
Me want you put it pon your phone and make a neck, a neck, a neck
You put the song up on your gram and put the top