[Chorus One] I'm a make my nigga love dat. I'm still in the shit, killin' the shit cause nigga still feelin' this shit. Show me where your love at what's wrong wit dat. (Bad bitch's in the back ground) "Cause ain't nothin' wrong wit dat." [First Verse] I need some scrill n' that's real They got me in this league feelin' like Jermaine O'Neill came out to early an' signed the wrong deal So now Jerry Brown movin' in the navy seals Need to go to Kosovo find me the first Ho Lookin' for a man ta' get her ready to go Instead of the dough she, trippin' off the medical's bro The pharmaceuticals are beautiful but you wouldn't know To do for my Ho I'll ride on a scooter in snow Who do you know that'll tutor your Ho The executor truth n' shit Got em' wishin'to be hotter want me an' Faye play in the Bay with sea otters To be modest shit I need dollars weed knowledge an' two S.S. Impalas' Bubblin' to get my little girls through college an they gonna love dat Holla [Chorus 2] I'm a make my people love dat I'm still in the shit killin' the shit Cause nigga still feelin' this shit Nigga show me where your love at What's wrong with dat [Back to chours number one.] [Second Verse] Man I got this shit shut bitches creamin' for the semen It's your ho? It's my nut It ain't nuttin' till you struttin' through the cut an see your slut on the passenger side I'm like what? This bitch call me that's why you saw me faulty slidin' on way-way with baby Felt like something wuz wrong she jumpin' my bones But I got Seven-Six-Two's(Recording Studio)that are pumpin' your dome Wutin' answerin' her cellular phone Man I'm tellin' ya Scheming at the shop you tried to follow me in Not knowing that his bitch is at the holiday inn with a bottle of ginn an' her modelin' friend you a baller I ain't got I a dollar to spend Jus' holla n' then next week it's Quality Inn Cant wait to see Dada(Check shout outs n' thank youse) again soon as he get outta the pen Holla [Chorus one x2] [Third verse] Eh. you got some money? You better invest that Cause nigga'll be all in your house like “where the rest at?” Shoe- box under the bed could of, guessed that You blessed cause you ain't sleeping in your vest cat Got bitches jockin' John for stocks n' Bonds and Mutual Funds but only the beautiful ones Partner! You know what blunt's do to your lungs? Nuttin' Least bit they plottin' the meek shit But fuck dat a nigga still get leather on a brand new fit an' walk the pit talkin' shit wit nigga's I be sparking wit But we family so normally we chalk the shit Informally My armour be the harmony near a situation what Karma be harming me? (This is harmony.) [Chorus one x2]