Chorus: (Chris Boyd) Versus 1: (Malachi Grant) Take a trip, take a pic, then change the scene With a chic, so sick, got to gangsta lean (damnnn) Ms. Parker seems, to be Maybelline, I mean made for me She fresh to d**h daily, like she buried I dig her, shovel near me, kind of scary She fly, no canary, but she tweets me And she treats me, on point guard CP3 (Yeaah) Plus she cooking for me She got her own doe, and she throws it up for me I throw mine up for she, it's a two-way street We getting—we getting—we getting Mo' Money See we kick it like homies, never leave you lonely I'm here all the time, all you gotta do is call me See we can have it all You my favorite baby, your my lady Chorus: (Chris Boyd) Versus 2: (Malachi Grant) Now let's love life, take chances, be crazy This the oldest we ever been The youngest will ever be We dress for the felony We k**ing em out there d**h to the enemy- Smile-toast-cheers Relaxation – No debating f** they hating – No contemplation Now let's take no days off This the playoffs—schemes like Maydoff Make us just –make off Flights –just to take off Hate—just shake off Bread—just break off Nah, they can't get a crumb Not a bit, not a piece—Not a little, not none Tell them kick rocks—non-stop Me and you is hip-hop, baby girl lets Rock As a young'n I just wouldn't behave But I was tryna make moves—like a runaway slave Chorus: (Chris Boyd) Bridge: Baby you know you're my favorite (You know your my favorite right) You're the one I want to stay with (ooh yeah) Can't nobody take your place (it's you and only you, you have it all you got it all whatever though) Chorus: (Chris Boyd)