They say they're running thru checks they got no dough My brother fresh out the can he can bo- lo Told her whine up your waist do that slow mo They said they're gonna dip me but they are no show Meanwhile im walking through ends im like yo sho' Big man standing on strips they got no hope She a fan of the gang she wants photos Watch what you say cuz my ends Your so mysterious, I find it funny you think theres compition when your body's looking serious Even if they call my phone i aint never gonna bulge thats all meaningless You the baddest but im really trynna kn-ow how you get the freakyness Now your taking deeper breaths, im going deeper yes Ill be your rider you be my bestfriend and i'll hold you down like that I got what you need someone to count on and im gonna call right back Working that ri-ri with that cv wine up your waist like that Set it set it like that, bruk it bruk it like that Don't listen to your friends