Chynna:
I know I said I love you Mo, but I can't claim you at the door
I need the bread before the show, or else it ain't my show no more
You wanna f** me yo, fasho
Is you that lucky? i don't know
I'm letting nature run its course
I'm getting faded while ya talking
You been talking rather often
When ya finished, I'll be sauced
In the kitchen with some liquor, thats the sh** that throw you off
If my conscience did this sh**