| I had to tell her I don’t care | 
| Can’t lie, young, she got | 
| I don’t care, I told her «suck my dick» | 
| And I had to ask her this… | 
| Ever made love to a Diplomat? | 
| I be with some Asian girls and we lost in Japan | 
| I tell 'em konichiwa, they say «of course you the man» | 
| I told 'em «I hear you, but that ain’t important to Cam» | 
| I got my bitch choo-choo-choo poppin' right off of the Grand | 
| She be selling hair, I sell drugs, we both down for the hustle | 
| And we speak the same language, yeah, ounces and bundles, kilos too | 
| Either way, keys of yay', TV shows with Lisa Ray | 
| Then back to the block, do I need to say, boy homo that E and J | 
| Aye, you get no chicks, that’s no mystery | 
| The last girl you been in, Statue of Liberty | 
| And I fouls with this, you can have my ass to kiss | 
| But when I seen ya baby mama, had to ask her this… | 
| I clean up well, loafers down to moccasins | 
| Back up off me, baby girl, I need some oxygen | 
| Yeah, I know, I know, I’m Mr. Get It Poppington | 
| But every time I see you coming, I’m like not again | 
| Chill girl, chill girl, I’m done, I ain’t got more to give | 
| You can’t cross the line, cause I let you cross the bridge | 
| It’s blood banks, it’s weed spots | 
| You can make 100 an hour sucking three cocks | 
| I don’t care if your mother’s sick, the rent’s due | 
| You got 3 dollars, good, bitch, spend soon | 
| Dipset… |