You know what we talking 'bout. Ey! Fata Fata Fata Boom!
I see what you're lurking at
You're the uptight type with a lot on your head
Got a knot in your chest
Too much left unsaid
Got a ring on your finger
Get nothing in bed
Let down in your 'marriage'
Wear expensive suits for 'camouflage'
You lie to the world
But now you're with us
And we ain't afraid to get nasty as f*ck
When the beat drops
You go off on it
You like it raw by the looks of it
Now you wanna go and blame us for it?
F*ck that shit
I take the credit
Take the credit
Take the credit
Haven't been around much, ey?
We don't divide you by gender today
We own less
And love to show flesh
Emancipated fought our freedom back
You sexually frustrated
Though we all so liberated
If you don't dare tell your wife what you need
Go on and show us get rough on the beat
We take credit for all of this gorgeousness
We take credit 'cause we are so glamorous
We take credit for all of this flawlessness
They call me Jake Credit 'cause I take credit for ALL of this