[Intro: Ludacris] + (woman)
(You know what? I'm so sick of your sh**!)
What? (Oh, oh, what, now yo' ears don't work?)
Man listen, I need to leave before I do somethin stupid
(Yeah yeah yeah, WHAT? n***a you ain't gon' do sh**!)
Tired of this sh** man
(f** you!) f** you too, I ain't gotta take this!
(BYE! Get on my f**in nerves!)
[Ludacris]
Ay, some days I think I love my whip more than I love my b**h (for real)
Every time we argue I just hop up in my whip and split (I'm GONE!)
And my car never talk back to me
NO! It just turn up and play this track for me (now turn up!)
Then my girl'll get jealous and try to wild on her
Callin her used cause the Acura got so many miles on her (hah)
And try to make her feel inferior (inferior)
Since I'm rubbin all on my Acura's interior (smooth)
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cause one rides me while I ride in the other mayne (hah!)
I'm 'bout to go get in some trouble mayne
With the one that's like my sidekick, the other thinks she my mother mayne
(You ain't my momma!) And I ain't with that (with that)
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that?
Pretty feet with nice paintin, they both drop the top
And both crushin e'rythang in the parking lot
Gone~!