Intro:
b**h Mob! We back with it
Respect Da b**h Volume 1
This is your boy, Lil B
We're still cookin
Let's get it
Verse 1:
Walked in, and my swag's on a hundred thousand
Pay a b**h 10 to buy 20 thousand. f** with me
b**h, f** with me because my swag's like Luther
Pink head band, and I'm looking like a shooter
b**h Mob, n***a. Lil B, that's my partner
Got hella b**hes, Hugh Hefner status
I'mma tote that chop 'til I'm looking like Regis
Chimmy Chang Chang, b**h, I know you can't believe this
Keep pushing 50
b**hes f** with me
Hundred grand shows
I'm the pimp of the century
I'm going digital
I still spank my b**hes
Just to be my friend
Everybody knows that I f** with the Mexicans
Everybody knows that I'll f**ing place your order
Young based god, I threw my swag in the water
Hook (X4)
Still cooking
b**h, I'm still cooking
Still in the hood, and you know I'm still cooking
Verse 2:
Champ Bailey
b**h, I'm Champ Bailey
Riding in the Benz, and I look like Carson Daly
f**ing three girls, I do that on the daily
I look so good that these hoes should just pay me
b**h, I think I'm a stripper
Hundred grand shows, so you know I tote the pistol
Young based god, n***a, that WHOOP is official
All them young girls call me Trick Daddy, b**h
Spent ten grand just to drop on the six
Real deal, pretty boy. I'm in the building
If you're from the block, you know f** they feelings
Hundred grand show, Lil B. I made a k**ing. (Okay!)