I done been around the world, been around the block Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cot Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez She was Eye Candy in the XXL Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars Can't get you that far, how you get that far And all these new video bitches tryin to be Melyssa Ford But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord She a video vixen, but behind closed doors She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha ha You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes Did I have under my belt, like boxers Not to brag but, if it add up One, two, nigga that's mad nuts Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team Head so good he don't ask for a pre---nup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo' But since they all fall in my Palm, I take a trio, yo You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all I done had my share of bitches with long hair Short do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang, yeah I been around the block in the Bentley drop top In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin with Scott I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face Stabbed Un in the stomach She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo' Impala, forget the double D's I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Toccara And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Gallardo That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, put your hands up ladies You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed It would be just a waste of time But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars You know who you are, I wrote this song for you For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all God damn, you know what I'm sayin' I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video Then I flip the muh'fuckin channel Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video And I see the same bitch, that was in my video You know what I'm sayin' And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin away on the hood of a Camry That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video I mean damn, everywhere I look Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah