Yo I come through, few of my man's
Scoop you and your friends
You, you, and you with the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes
Indian hair, Black girl a**
Let me pour you a gla** of Belvi
Tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul
While I palm your a**
And your man did what?
He ain't give you?
He cheated with her
I can't diss duke
I tell you this though
Get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough
And show you what this do
(It's a secret society, all we ask is trust)
But I don't freeze b**hes
Just skeeze b**hes
Break up happy homes
Just seize misses
You'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that?
How you love that?