Whoa, well I never meant to brag I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top She's got got a body like an hourglass that's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth

I like the way you work it No diggity, I gotta bag it up Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo She's got got class and style Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strictly biz, don't play around Cover much ground, got game by the pound

You just a .. (hoe) Dirty-ass .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G shit And all you can do is respect it

Get up off my dick, ho That's an unassuming dick, though Look around the boy, wouldn't raised they head Now they looking at the boy like the main event He don't even got got a rap sheet, looking like a mathlete How the fuck is he the one that come in with

Like a vision standin' there, Lips poutin', a come-on stare, Come on, I thought I had your number, Workin' up an appetite for love, Don't let me die of hunger, Ain't ya got got no heart, No compassion for your lover, When I get you on the floor, I find it's

Shake that ass for a couple digits (for a couple digits) She checkin' bags like she 'bout to trip it ('bout to trip it) Showin' out got got er'body attention (er'body) Told her told her, give her what you wannna, want I don't got got no patience I ain't no D.O.C

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out Now a nigga got got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in

I got got the bag, tell a friend She got got some ass, bring it in Bitch, I'm the news, CNN (yeah) I don't trust nobody 'cause I can't be fake Frontin' ain't an option 'cause my soul can't change It's that young nigga shit, I might pull up to your bitch like