Released: July 17, 2015

Featuring: Remy Ma Ty Dolla $ign

Songwriter: Ty Dolla $ign Remy Ma Papoose

Producer: Ron Browz

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Dolla $ign

[Chorus: Papoose, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
She tell me "shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak" (Ooh, yeah)
When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet (Oh, oh-oh)
She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow
She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control (Ooh, yeah)
I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it
This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it (Eat it)
She just give me what I want
Because I need it, need it (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I love my wife, I need my wife
I swear she the only one in my life
She cook my food, she clean my clothes
I massage her feet and kiss her toes
My friends get mad, they say I'm bugging
But fuck that, I only got eyes for one woman
I had girls before but it wasn't the same
Cause she my wife, she got my last name
When she outta town, a text is wack
She FaceTime me so I can see where she at
Her friends get mad, they don't understand
But they just mad cause they ain't got no man
She get what she want, my wife is spoiled
Cause she my wife and my wife is loyal
Mrs. Mackie, your husband adore you
We the royal family, my family royal

[Chorus: Papoose, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
She tell me "shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak" (Ooh, yeah)
When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet (Oh, oh-oh)
She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow
She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control (Ooh, yeah)
I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it
This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it (Eat it)
She just give me what I want
Because I need it, need it (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it

[Verse 2: Remy Ma]
I love my man, I need my man
Told me ain't nobody more important than I am
I don't really think that people understand
See if he got beef, then I go ham
Y'all see he don't smile and he don't dance
Ain't a chance that IG, just kilos and grams
But he post all my pictures, you seen it, fam
Got all these chicks straight screaming on they man
Like look at Pap with Rem, she was in the can
Ain't patting me down, yo man don't need to hold your hand
Damn, y'all hoes ain't got no chance
It's not that I'm always right but two wrongs [?] I can't
No roleplay, I be stripping and he throw me bands
I'm his personal groupie, he don't really need no fans
I whip around the crib all day, no bra, no pants
And we-we stay on my lips like we in France

[Chorus: Papoose, Ty Dolla $ign & Both]
She tell me "shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don't speak" (Ooh, yeah)
When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet (Oh, oh-oh)
She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow
She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control (Ooh, yeah)
I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it
This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it (Eat it)
She just give me what I want
Because I need it, need it (Yeah, yeah)
I'm on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah-oh-oh

Papoose

Shamele Mackie, or Papoose is a rapper from Brooklyn, New York. He is of Liberian and Native American descent. He was given his name by his grandma Vivian because of his childhood resemblance to a Native American child.

After an early record deal failed, he decided to produce and sell his own mixtapes, one of which he presented to DJ Kay Slay outside the offices of New York’s Hot 97 after the latter’s radio show there. This led to Kay Slay inviting Papoose onto the air, and, impressed by his rendition of “Alphabetical Slaughter”, signing him to his Streetsweepers Entertainment label. He continued to release mixtapes at a prolific rate – over a dozen between 2004 and 2006 – and won the Justo Mixtape Award for Best Underground Artist in 2005.