Авторы музыки: Dennis Coles, Ralph Johnson, Shaffer Smith, Willie Hutch, Douglas Gibbs, V. Brown, JAY Z, Justin Smith
Damn, damn, ma, we ain't even have to go through it like that It wasn't even, even that big, man You know, nah, it's ight though But anyway, yo, let me get that coat Let me get those jeans, and let me get that rock on your finger Oh, it's stuck? Then I'll take the whole finger than, man Let me get those bags from Paris, and the puppies is staying, yo Come through the block, in the brand new Benz Knowing that me and this dude ain't friends (Ok girl) Yeah, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that Flossin' around, when I'm up in these streets Knowing that me and this dude got beef (Ok girl) Yo, what I did was wack But you don't get your man back like that, no Aiyo, I should just bark on you, burn your car on you Cuz I'm too much man, to leave a mark on you You'se a bird you know that, giving that man Ten points, like he about to blow that He probably did, you swallow his kids? In and out of jail, he a snail, he wasn't wilding on bids In the summertime, I broke his jaw, had to do it, to him Quick, old fashion, in the back of the mall Me and him had 'mos forever, like I'm supposed to put him on When he came home and told on Trevor Had to bang on homey, ear blocks, out in spots Throwing them shots, like 'sucker, you know me' Stop fronting for them people out, side like you really ride And you a silly chick, thought you was really live But I guess I was wrong, I'mma holla at dog, and rip his head off word to his bond Aiyo, I thought we was iller than that, all them kisses And love yous, when jake came, you hid my packs It was time a brother went to war, vests banged up Staining in the kitchen, yo, holding a four Sweatin' and breathing, bounced out of town for a weekend Heard you had homey in the passenger seating Honey, look, I'm a monster don, I do monster things That's why I put your ass under my arm Messing with him can bring bodily harm And where you gonna hide in the streets when the body is gone If it's one thing I learned that, never trust a female On no scale, you just confirmed that Bounce to your momma house, pack your shit I don't care if you crying, you'se a ruthless chick Gots to watch you, these eyeballs in my face'll spot you My girl cousins, they gon' rock you Shorty what is you thinking bout Didn't I put you down Flyest whips, rollin' round like yea That's the bosses chick, on the side I might of had, one or two Them silly broads wasn't nothing on you Rolling with him, try'nna get revenge That's what you just don't do I'm a good dude, you see... yeah..... Females out there that wanna be Acting like they getting they little revenge off Taking it further than what it really is You know what I mean, playing yourself.. Nahwhatimean... this is Don status, girl You will have to hold that now..