| Ay yo, I got a resolution… This year I’m playing right |
| No six fifteen this year, you can stay the night |
| We can go bowling, it ain’t like before |
| Can’t you see that I’m growing? I was so immature |
| I was young and having money |
| Having honeys come to the crib |
| Thinkin' they shit and they couldn’t get cab money from me |
| Some bad chicks didn’t get past the bridge |
| I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses' |
| No room service just snacks and shit |
| Work with those Lil' Debbies and when your done get ready |
| The chicks I was fiendin' to smash |
| Let 'em lean on the cash, take 'em on long trips |
| Break 'em with long dick |
| There was no such thing as strong relationships |
| But I’m off that playa shit |
| I need a chick that practice Tai Chi… that still can buy weed |
| And can give me some good head, and I’ll make her a mami |
| You hear me? |
| (Hook:) |
| (Amil) |
| (Hey papi) |
| [Even if they don’t understand the flow |
| They understand the dough |
| My ladies going |
| (Hey papi) |
| Promise you’ll never let me go |
| Promise you’ll never leave me |
| Promise we’ll grow, they goin/sayin |
| I was the worse… I use to switch chicks every day |
| Had niggas mad for real like, «I wish he was gay» |
| Cause they knew… sooner or later hun was gettin' with Jay |
| Just a… matter of time she was gettin' with Jay |
| I’ll have your chick in the tropics somewhere sippin' on 'zae |
| Spittin' up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade |
| She used to love ya, but she feeling different today |
| You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away |
| Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space |
| She said… she feel free when she around me |
| I’m letting her do her and in turn she doing me |
| She on the phone with her friends like how cool is he |
| (Hook:) |
| (Amil) |
| (Hey papi) |
| [Even if they don’t understand the flow |
| They understand the dough |
| My ladies going |
| (Hey papi) |
| Promise you’ll never let me go |
| Promise you’ll never leave me |
| Promise we’ll grow, they sayin |
| I was nice to girls, but that wasn’t the Shawn they felt |
| They said the Coupe was alright, but they didn’t like the seat belts |
| I looked tight… they told me «Loosen up», run a couple of lights |
| Spank’em, pull their hair… just don’t treat’em so nice |
| Left me confused, I messed wit chicks that was best when abused |
| Nice guys finish last wit they special set of rules |
| And me? I over did it. All chauvanistic, would treat’em…so vicious |
| Would stroke… but won’t kiss it, but now… I'm tryna flow different |
| I’m tryna cool it now. I’m tryna plant a seed, start a new addition |
| I’m sick of chasin chickens… |
| Sick of every other… city we go… same ol' hoes |