Оригинален текст
uh, uh, yeah, uh-huh
yeah, yeah, yeah
verse 1
Yo, I ain't got no reason to trick or spend
Mami, I'm the reason the chicks begin cheesein' and snickerin'
Playa like me? every season these chicks have been
Talkin' how I came through the P's in a sicker benz
Heard about the platinum visas the bricker bends
Jewels so icey I need freezers to sitck 'em in
I be's in the keys wit a click of friends
Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin
I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
It's gon' look like she havin' a seizure I stick it in
Skeos say "can I get the keys to ya six again?"
After I nut, that's when amnesia be kickin' in
Most broads I done met, ain't see a guy
Who spend a G on gucci T's, five for sweats
I'm what chicks strive to get, I stay in the P.J's
You thinkin (?) i'm talkin' pivate jets, uh
Chorus
I need the cash in my palm, the ice in my charm - ma' be easy
(Watch it, please)
Wanna lean to the side while I cruise in your ride - ma' be easy
(Put down that cheese)
Gotta have a broad wantin' and let me hold somethin' - ma' be easy
(You get nothin' from me)
You get NOTHIN!
Verse 2
So the kid never stresses a female
And if you ask where I live they gon' give you
addresses to e-mail
All that cops can suggest is that he sell
How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12
From S's to CL's, I request is detail
In the head rests his t.v's dwell
They heard how many albums I presses for retail
And they can't get a dime unless it's a weed sale
And lets be real, catch me at the bar wit them crispy bills
Gettin Cris' re-fills, my wrist be chilled
And my wardrobe look like I got an Ice Berg History deal
Still dames have been givin me slow neck
And I don't even know what they real names have been
I feel ashamed to spend, 'cause when it comes to knockin' 'em down
I'm right behind Wilt Chamberlin
chorus
Ma you musta had too many weed totes
'Cause I ain't givin' you any C-totes
I'm all about floatin' on them new skinny speed boats
Hundred and somthin wit two skinny s
Winter hit, I'm in a new finny ski coats
See the screens? ain't gotta use any remotes
No more shoppin' sprees I'm rough wit the ends
Keep honeys on their knees, scuffin' they shins
I deal wit nothin but tens
I be the club king wit diamonds shuffling your friends
Chickens get keys, scuffin the benz
Cause they wanna lock me down like I'm Puff in the pens
sn*tch any blond who feel my link longview
(One try) I ain't tryin to put clinks on you
Hope trickin ain'n one of the things you think John do
Cause thats the way you end up wit a drink on you mami
Chorus