Ooh-in, yeah
F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit
Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this?
B.K., yeah, wooWhile you hoes play rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbitFox to cocky, nigga, know your place
Nigga won't fuck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through Prada and skate through the districtNiggas wanna see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do shit
What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksuckerIs it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazedSo fuck what you heard, it's simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that 'til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of famePicture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding offPicture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gon shop, unless its on and popY'all niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax
Fake gangstas, my shit bang on tracks
And before you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act
You not a real thug, I mean, she told me thatAnd don't get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?
What? Picture thatPicture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding offPicture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gon shop, unless its on and pop