[Verse 1: King Louie]
My old b**h was bad
My new b**h she badder
My Mercedes fast, but it could be faster
Just got me a rocket, I don't work for NASA
My life is a movie, catch me on the plasma
I'm riding with two pumps and one for my asthma
They know I'm the King, these b**hes callin' me masa
Just let it ring, when she call I don't answer
You should get your bands up, I ball like I got cancer
I got a b**h she a dancer with a Porsche Panorama
I call my good rocks Opera because that b**h full of Phantoms
300 for denim and got about 50K in 'em
Call machine guns toys because we be playin' with 'em
You see my little n***as mobbin' and they hearin' me say get 'em
East Side Landlord DC ridin' wit 'em
Hit licks then split 'em, blow bands and get 'em
Stupid racks they be on me and these n***as be phony
And these b**hes be f**in' and I don't give 'em nothing, but some dick and some gum and she might not cum
Hella lot in my swisher, I get 'mo cheese than pictures
Got a b**h in Miami and her donk is on 6's
Don't worry bout the n***as, shout out my n***a Vicious
My little n***as is hittas blowin' shots like they kisses (Ahh)
Amen somebody just caught a body
Big head benjamins and my b**h a hottie