Baby Boy

[Verse] Can't fuck with it Tryna take my spot you better come with it Money making niggas insecure Paper making niggas wanna box like how bums living Pink meat like Cam'ron you see me Lines go off walls flow graffiti Smoke in my house like a teepee Rub on my lamp see my genie (UH) He's so flashy bitch get at me Bump some Little Sammy I like the way you look at me Dick her down now she walk like Bambi I do numbers, I do mothers Date you covers a mother fucker I been called that a lot If shit goes down tonight you are calling the cops Bang Bang V8 the floors calling the mops How many bitches I got - let's not go there Only do quickies - me no romance "Oh so I'm guessing he don't use manners" Bitch, no I don't but I do sandals Got Menages and a few candles Good lighting and a few cameras I smoke a zip at a time and change my mind Yeah I turn to the green like I'm Bruce Banner Sneaker head, Reefer head, Chain dinger with a Jesus head Tryna rock the boat like Aaliyah said Frustrated by slow fast food places... What in the fuck?, Why in the fuck? Always on the top floor like what the fuck is a basement? Smoking bats and running through bases Bad backgrounds from the ghetto we made it Vill block kid 47th - the greatest I get money then go dummy Like my spliff go one hunnid So one hunnid, windows tinted Bang Chief Keef go 3 hunna I gotta get me a pretty girl Into wearing nothing but dresses - mostly sunny Swag scene bummy, I wear what I feel Nigga what's the deal, let's just spin the wheel That shit can't be real, condo in the hills Bitches poppin' pills Bathroom in my crib, that shit Jack and Jill Off that Jack and coke All I see is stars Am I a telescope? [Jody:] Everybody moving making money. Right? While we standing still being broke [Verse] So gifted, its all in the presents These are not my type hoes, but let's not alter the message Rollin with a 30 like I party with Stefen Inhale, exhale in every direction Let's not boost Cuz everybody listening think I got juice And to you niggas who be talking that shit I know niggas who can smell the ribs like BBQs Tryna keep my dogs on top Keep a roof over my head Like a dog saying woof over my head Man, I'm too over my head Smokin' on lettuce Countin' this cheese We'll accept the beef Pull up in the whip Same color mayo Bitch, I'm working wonders with the bread All I see is thousands Women, women, women, titties, titties, titties All different sizes All this wet, wet, wet around me I'm like golly I must be an island Never been a fan of how these bees talk I know I'm a giant Next car that I see man imma buy it Fill electric of the pertol I must be a hybrid You can't fuck with this baby boy, baby boy Unless you act like Taraji [Yvette:] I can't stand your black ass.. Ever since I been the nigga these hoes wanna kick it karate Stretching bitches like pilates I roll with a pile of Gs just apologies Like I'm saying I'm sorry Stunting niggas like Omari [Yvette:] You act like a little boy instead of a grown ass man I hate you! [Jody:] Well you know what? I hate your ass too Do summin