| What you gonna do for me, hey
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| If I spend this dough
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| Nigga don’t try to think, oh
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| That I’m just one of these hoes
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| I’m just tryin' to holla at you, hey
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| To see where your head is at
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| Don’t think cause you bought me a drink, oh
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| That you gon' have me on my back
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| He loves me, nah he loves me not
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| He probably thought I was in love but I loved his knots
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| It’s hard to resist, shit what type of offer is this
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| Niggas drive me nuts cause all they offer is dick
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| Oil me up, talk slick, say what they will
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| But the last time I checked, dick don’t pay the bills
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| Dick can’t get a crib and dick can’t get a car
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| If I decide to buy up will I get that far
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| What chu' thought, I should go ahead and extort
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| Combin' through dough, brushin' up my credit report
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| Play what I’m dealt, that attitude placed on a shelf
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| Shit I act like I’m the only child and play with myself
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| When you wax off I wax on
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| Twist trees so I can get a lil' higher
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| Like steppin' in platforms
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| In the supreme, then I’m spillin' the beans
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| Switch ya shit like gettin' chips from a vending machine
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| Is you a gold digger or is you diggin' a nigga
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| Dig the way I put it down or tryin' to dig in my figures
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| See I don’t stress ass, I play McNabb and pass
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| Put some ass next to money watch me snatch the cash
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| I might beat it up, send it along
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| If I don’t recognize you next time I see you
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| Cause you got clothes on
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| Listen Mommie Playa, playin' me is no chance
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| Better off in a titty bar doin' a lap dance
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| I’m not new to this, recognize them hoes like Ludacris
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| Gotta be inside of her mind before we reach the whip
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| You know the situation, no chicken chasin'
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| Bounced more chicks outta my Cipher than immigration
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| Cause this is Grand Puba
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| How you like to bring it on
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| Chicks doin' flips yellin' rah, rah, rah
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| It ain’t about what I’m gonna do for you
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| Fuck the dumb shit baby, what chu' gon' do for me
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| Uh, wish I with it is you single or committed
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| Niggas got the full court press tryin' to hit it
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| OK miss, we gon' do it like this
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| I’ma spend a lil' dough, buy you a big bottle of Cris.co
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| Go fry some fish yo, you know how the story go
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| Gotta get to know ya before I start trickin' dough
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| After that we see what’s up, I tell ya what we do
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| Take a ride in the truck up to FoxWood Casino
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| P caught trial up or we can keep it ghetto
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| Play the crib and get stuck
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| Crack a bottle smoke a lot with the flat screen, what
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| I’m far from Armani
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| Watch me slide up in the cut
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| Like a thong up in a fat girl’s butt
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| That’s heavy, make chicks bounce ass like a Chevy
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| I hold it down like I arrest revies
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| Grand Puba, you know how I’ma flip it
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| Gotta buy a car, whip, doughnut
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| And change up to plane tickets so |