Uh, hello, can I speak to, uh, uh, yeah, you know who you are Look, you had no idea what you're dealing with Something on some bitch really shit Pop champagne, Aggie a sip About to go dumb, how come? Yeah, that's my bitch That's my bitch Shorty, 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, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high I pay for them titties, get your own It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne She say I care more about them Basquions, Basquiat She learning a new word is shot Blew the world up soon as I hit the club with her Too short called, told me I fell in love with her Seek by actors, ballplayers, and drug dealers And some lesbians that never love niggas Twisted love story, true romance Mary Magdalene from a pole dance I'm a freak, huh? Rockstar life The second girl with us, that's our wife Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new au pair? I'm just trying to play second fiddle No disrespect, I'm not trying to be little With my dick worth money, I put money in the middle I've been waiting for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high Swing a little mix and mix this to morning I got it, yeah Got a nigga, got a nigga, got a nigga Potion, it's the potion, yeah Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure So let me keep my own money if we ever did split up I got something so gangsta, piece of pretty in pictures Red jeans and a blazer and some Louis Vuitton slippers Uh, Picasso was alive, he would've made her That's right, nigga, Mona Lisa can't bait her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white? Put some colored girls in the Mona Half these bars ain't got nothing on Madonna Don't make me bring Thelma in it Bring Kelly, bring Penelope or Selma in it Uh, back to my Beyoncés You deserve three stacks for the André Call that Rigor Ghosn, yeah You belong in museums You belong in vintage clothes Scratching the whole building You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing You're too dope for any of those civilians Now shoot, children, stop looking at her tits Get your own dog, get her, 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, live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high *