Feat Jane Doe

Ay yo shorty I'm sayin I knew

You since you was like yay high y'knamean

You out here whylin' out you really need

To cool out with all that

Please you don't know me

Ay yo Yvette there's a lotta rumours goin' around

About you hoein' around you need to slow down

Eversince ya a*s grew you been movin' kinda fast boo

Don't even speak now when I pass you

Hundred Dollar bill tattoo on yo thigh

The gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie

Skirt ridin' high so they can see ya thong better

I'ma sit down and write you a long letter

We was little we was friends we rode our big wheels

Now I see you gettin' a Benz with big wheels

All these guys in the city see is the size of your titties

And that you got hazel eyes and you're pretty

They see a girl like you and they wanna get in her

I was thinkin' we can go to a movie maybe dinner

You turned around and told me I need to retire

If I can't show you the money like Jerry McGuire

I don't know

You don't really know me

Just what ya think ya see

Just what ya think ya see

You don't have to worry 'bout me

This chick got hopes and dreams

But I'm about this paper cuz

There ain't no love for free

I never been they type of b***h maybe when I was younger

I craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger

Thirsty had a few n***az do me dirty

Slid a blade across my wrist almost went 7:30

I spazed now it's all about the cash

Swingin' naked on a pole doin' tricks with my a*s

You wanna be with me and let happilly ever after

Same ol' song get more hits than Napster

You don't care about me you don't really know me

My broked hearts and dreams is killin' me slowly

Get ahead b***h walk with a switch

Lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips

Airbrushed chips and chromed out whips

I like to take trips when wife stash the whips

F**k love 'em solo

Raisin' my seeds for dolo

And mindstate fresh with nothin' less than Polo

Please don't be sympathetic

S**t I don't regret it

While these h*es half stepped it

N***a I'm gonna rep it 'til' I die

And make these G's multiply

I'ma make G's cry like when Jesus died

And on the third day my G rose again

A foul type chick quick to f**k ya best friend

And smile in ya face n***az stay in ya place

Catch my head at his waist lie with a straight face

I know my man had you in the Bricks with a couple of chicks

Drivin' around havin' endless kicks in the Benz 6

He said the s*x was

Good

The head was

Good

Yo I think he would tell the whole hood if he could

You say it's all about the money well I can tell

Cuz that n***a makes Sam Cassell look like Denzel

My bad I'ma sound like a real hater

I'ma leave it on that note and holla at ya later

One

You think you are the judgement

Y'all n***az don't know me

I do what I gotta do I take care of mine

Who you think you are you ain't no better than me

Why you say all that

I'm only doin' what I gotta do

I do what I gotta do too

You don't know me you don't love me

I'm tryin' to help you I mean you out here whylin' out

Whatever though