[Hook]
You rather chase them b*tches, I rather chase that money
You n*ggas ain’t a hundred
See I rather knock her down, you trying to lock her down
You n*ggas is some clowns
See you n*ggas buying friends, I rather buy a Benz
M.O.E. 'til the end
And I’m never going broke, I rather sell dope
You n*ggas is a joke
[Verse 1]
You rather chase them hoes, I rather chase that fetti
I think I’m Trey Songz, tell them n*ggas that we ready
Fogging up the chevy, got a pack and a 4 liter
Smoking loud, your Ls silent like tortilla
Massina – I got a singer on my wrist
Diamonds dancing straight retarded, b*tch my ice jj fish
‘member I was on my di*k now I’m on my di*k
Like a fat person who can’t leave the bed, I’m on my sh*t – sh*t!
Shawty mesmerized off my neck and wrist
She feeling the kicks like a pregnant b*tch
Man this sh*t so effortless, I ain’t even trying
Shawty say she celibate, I ain’t even buying
I ain’t even lying when I say I’m never stressing
Ain’t no thang but a chicken wing – get me some ranch dressing
Count this money, count my blessings, but I can’t count on you n*ggas
These hoes gon’ think I’m Gina if my head get any bigger
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
These other rappers fake, I rather bump that Pac
I rather bump that Pac
See you never touched a block, you rather punch a clock
I rather bust a Glock – gunshots
b*tch this ain’t no boy meets girl
We just living by the principle like Boy Meets World
What’s a nut to a squirrel? Even less to an elephant
Heard Lewinsky your girl, she be blowing your presidents
Big money my preference, got introduced to the game-
Been f*cking her ever since, that pus*y get wet as sh*t
And Pardon my manners, b*tch I ride with that hammer
Like a scene out of Belly, give a snitch a banana – bananas!
Yeah I know she fine but do that b*tch swallow?
She asked me what’s my sign, I told that b*tch dollar
b*tch holla when you talking bout some guap
She got a nice bottom but I rather get the top - thot
[Hook]