Yeah, they heard of how I move
They want my style and that's the truth
Champagne spilling in the booth
While I dance to my own tunes
I got karats on my tooth
And I look good so he got news
Yeah, my baby thinks he's bulletproof
But he sends me nudes
Self-esteem is through the roof
He's in a mood
Forgive his attitude
We fill the cup, know how we do
Give it that, uh
Give it that, ooh
Little bit wild, live at the zoo
I'm not his wife, but he still approves
You know I'll be rude, 'cause I got the groove
Who the F is that?
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge is you?
That's all that they ask
When I'm rolling through
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge are you?
Want to know my name
Yeah, they wish they knew
Who the F is that?
Yeah, they wish they knew
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge is you?
That's all that they ask
When I'm rolling through
Who the F is, who the fudge is that?
Own my own lane
Hamilton with the 500 miles per hour in the rain
And I ain't slowing down no time soon, man
'Cause I can't find the brakes
Championships with the big gold cup and the six
Audacious rings
Spraying champagne from a bottle
With my name engraved on the side like a king
Me and my girl in the back of the PJ
Heading for the weekend fling
That's that boasty rap, but I can boast and back this ting
Return of the Mack like Morrison
Mark my words when I do my thing
See them scan my moves and they keep asking like
Who the F is that?
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge is you?
That's all that they ask
When I'm rolling through
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge are you?
Want to know my name
Yeah, they wish they knew
Who the F is that?
Yeah, they wish they knew
Who the F is that?
Who the fudge is you?
That's all that they ask
When I'm rolling through
Who the F is, who the fudge is that?