For better or for worse/Married With Children/Peggy Bundy on the verse/drivin too fast/tryin not to crash/in the Sentra singin’ Sinatra like a nigga got class/yes, I got a few lessons to learn and yo’ ho is tryna Ms. Frizzle/but please believe I’m runnin’ the course on how to make it drizzle/in the daytime its princess/nighttime its mistress/Babenstein/more like Einstein/and you niggas got on dunce caps/that’s a little outta line but i prefer it raunchy/like i said niggas aren’t educated/can’t even pronounce Givenchy/out here sayin’ GivINchy/while im out here feelin like Tenchi/got Ryoko and my Ayeka and they both tryna fuck with me/we 5 bitches deep up in the club/so you can call it fistin’/my main bitch think she the only one/but I’ma stew her like Kristen/in the all black Calvin Klein/pullin’ yo girl and pissin’ off mine/little pearly draws and they fit fine/boy pull that curtain it’s showtime/Loooooord/please forgive these hos/for they not know what a real bitch do/and no I’m not Japanese/but the coochie sweeter than a Hi-Chew/and yes it’s completely shaved so you don’t have to search/baby me plus you wouldn’t be hard math/so be sure to show me that work/Barf Troop, baby/BTB, come get lifted/you’d assume it’s kung-fu with all these bitches tryna kick it/rhymes on my mind like a motherfuckin’ fitted/naaah not a snapback you’ll see that with the kitty oooh/ it’s I Spy bitches/and yall niggas seem to always find us/and if I wore sweatpants even those would be designer/homeboy said he want me/I told him to get in line/and maybe he might say hello to my little friend/like Tony Montana AH!
(Woooow, you so much money! You’re trying to spend it all on me? Wow, you’re the sweetest! Like I love you so much. But really that dress I want… can you buy it today?)
Pebbles and Bam Bam/we’re the kids you yabba dabba come to/prehistoric flow/your bitch is feelin’ uncouth/lookin’ carnivorous at the function with my leopard shoes/and red bones/Goose and Malibu on the Flintstones/don’t remember last night/may God forgive us/knew from 2004 that Jesus walks with us/I saw him last night at the corner store buyin’ swishers/like Nas/aimin’ guns in alla my baby pictures/smoke down to my fingertips/still pin hair up with a roach clip/this beat is wavy/and we ride it like a pirate ship/makin’ scurvy niggas walk the plank/switch the aesthetic up/closet game Hilary Banks/gimme all your time, touch, love, and attention/gimme all your drugs, props, money, and connections/lick my sugar daddy up/he’s sweet like candy/give me a spank or two/if I start actin’ badly/and that’s real/but I can get used to how this ice feels/gimme the nicest slice of pie/in the Big Apple/importing tea from India/no more drinkin Snapple
(Of course I’m not using you for your money, don’t be silly!)
takin’ bubble baths with Don P/Tom Ford aviators/steppin outta Terry’s diary/do you think you’re over me?/gettin’ charged while watchin’ Gandhi/barkin up the wrong topiary/while you’re cherry pickin’ apple trees/knock hos over/somebody yell out timber/no one’s around to hear ‘em fall/permanently hibernating starting this winter