Uh, hello, can I speak to uh, uh,

Yeah you know who you are

Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with

Something on some of this realest ***

Pop champagne yeah I'll give you a sip

'Bout to go dumb how come,

Yeah, that's my bitch That's my bitch, sh-shorty right there

That's my bitch, that's my bitch I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life, and live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high I paid for them titties, get your own

It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne

You say I care more about them Basquion's, Basquiats

She learning a new word, its yacht

Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her

Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her"

Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers

And some lesbians that never loved niggas

Twisted love story "True Romance"

Mary Magdalene from a pole dance

I'm a freak huh, rock star life

The second girl with us, that's our wife

Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle

Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle

No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle

But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle I've been waiting for a long long time (Where she at? In the middle)

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life, and live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning

I'm yearning, oh, yeah

Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion

Stop motion, ooh, yeah Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure

Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up

How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?

With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers

Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her

That's right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her

I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice

But why all the pretty icons always all white

Put some colored girls in the MoMA

Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona

Don't make me bring Thelma in it

Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it

Back to my Beyonces

You deserve three stacks for the Andre

Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums

You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building

You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing

You too dope for any of those civilians

Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits

Get ya own dog ya heard

That's my bitch I've been waiting for a long long time

Just to get off and throw my hands up high

And live my life, and live my life

Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high