OkayBoom, boom, boom (Firzt on the track)Boom, boom, boomI be feelin’ like I don’t be poppin’ enough, I be humbleI’ma keep showin’ my ass if I wannaHang up the phone on they ass, block the numberI told you don’t play with me, ni**aAnd she be actin’ funny, probably think a ni**a need her (Uh-uh)I thought I was faithful, she say I’m a cheaterThey thought I was taken, I’m ready to mingleThe f**k is you saying, lil’ ni**a? (Go)I do my lil’ dancy-dance (Go)I fill up my pants with bands, quit playing, lil’ ni**aAnd I don’t think the talk is cheap (Talk)‘Cause now when they talk to me, they paying me, ni**a (Shut up)I probably say the word “ni**a” too muchI’m a real ni**a, I don’t be giving a f**k (Shh)Tommy Hilfiger ‘fits with the shit coming up (Go)When you stay down like this, you rock Fendi and stuff (Okay)He broke as hell, put a boot on himI hit the bi**h, put her out, put a move on her (bi**h)He wanna be just like Baby for realOn the low tryna do what I do, don’t he? (Yeah)Just so you prepared, I’ma let you knowThey probably told you I’m scared, but I’m ready, though (No)The industry can’t take the hood out of me‘Bout to go get some head from a ghetto ho (Uh-uh)They do it nastyPull up new whip and it’s flashyGun on my hip and it’s plasticThis the deluxeI like her, but don’t give a f**k (f**k)I’m f**king her rough, I’m her daddy (Mmm)That’s how I liveShe told me she wanna have kids (Mmm)I told her don’t know what that is (Uh-uh)
That ain’t how we speakin’ (Uh-huh)I broke her heart into piecesShe probably gon’ call Dr. PhilI be feelin’ like I don’t be poppin’ enough, I be humble (Pop it)I’ma keep showin’ my ass if I wannaHang up the phone on they ass, block the number (Brrt, brrt, brrt)I told you don’t play with me, ni**aAnd she be actin’ funny, probably think a ni**a need her (Uh-uh)I thought I was faithful, she say I’m a cheaterThey thought I was taken, I’m ready to mingleThe f**k is you saying, lil’ ni**a?I always had a thing for ghetto bi**hes, where the Trinas?I’m known to set it off like Queen LatifahYou wanna make Billboard? Come get a featureYou f**king with Baby, lil’ ni**a (Yeah)Hot ni**a, hot ni**a (Hot)Number one song on the Billboard, he still got a Glock with him (Hot)You ain’t gon’ never see me hate on no ni**aI think this work better, I’m tryna go shop with ’emYeah, what you need, lil’ ni**a?We havin’ the bags of gas and they movin’ fast (Fast)Than you can imagineThat bi**h on the way, my bro catch the pack like it’s Madden (Go)Havin’ my way with an actress (Come on)F**k on the floor, f**k a mattressThey probably saying I’m not on y’all assesI feel like AI, we talkin’ ’bout practiceI be feelin’ like I don’t be poppin’ enough, I be humbleI’ma keep showin’ my ass if I wanna (We talkin’ ’bout practice, man)Hang up the phone on they ass, block the numberI told you don’t play with me, ni**a (We talkin’ ’bout practice)And she be actin’ funny, probably think a ni**a need herI thought I was faithful, she say I’m a cheater (We talkin’ ’bout practice?)They thought I was taken, I’m ready to mingleThe f**k is you saying, lil’ ni**a?