You loco! How am i scared of you?
When I'm so way ahead of you?
Don't ever ask me 'what it do?'
Cuz 'it' do what the fuck i tell it to
Superstitious and so religious,
Them chicks can't keep nothin from me
See I can tell she a gold digger
By the way the bitch count money
So I canceled her
She'll probably move to Los Angeles and go broke
Cuz a stupid hoe gone be a stupid hoe
No matter how you treat her; she's a joke
And a nigga too so how you figure
You're in a position to yike my block?
When your neighborhood's a big pair of panties
And you're like the cotton crotch - i watch
These lil dirty broke niggas talkin bout kickin ass
If you were getting money, you wouldn't be getting mad
It's hard to frown counting 10,000 dollars cash
Don't ask me a thing