[Intro: Lil 2z]
Say, say
Hol' on, hol' on
Ain't that
Ain't that what's his name right there?
Heyyy, yah
Aye come here lil mona
This what I want you to do
Hol' on
Know w-saying
AYE

[Verse: Lil 2z]
I've seen his ass at the club, told the stripper, give him a dance
Get that n***a in his arm, bring me that wallet out his pants
Now I got his ass undressing, I think it's stay in his hand
He ain't even gon' know what hit him, this n***a don't stand a chance
N***as see me doing good, they tryna knock me off and shit
Bitches see me doing good, they tryna top me off and shit
Can't even have your own style, I think you copy all the shit
Don't you got a like to tend to? get your mouth out off my dick!
N***as do a lil' time, they get out and think they real
Ain't no put me on co-signed, bitch I don't need a deal
Boy you signed to thirty racks and tryna move to Beverly Hills
I can't wait 'til I get up, to smoke a blunt with doctor Phill
If the police come around, act like a Pint and keep it sealed
You got a clique full of junkies, come on n***a, be for real
He can't even hit a lick without popping that fucking pill
And put your daddy gun back up before you fuck around and get killed
He rather reup on that dope than go and feed his fuckin' kids
I ain't sugar coating shit, bitch imma tell you how it is
And that shit don't make you real, my n***a, that shit make you a bitch
It's okay to be yourself, everybody can't move bricks
N***as stuck at high school, they still selling grams and shit
You ain't doing shit with your life, cause you ain't ever planning shit
N***as really trapping stupid, now they in the jamming shit
And all this shit was the mud, did no body hand me shit
[Outro: Lil 2z]
Bitch
AH!
Know w-saying?
Ya
Straight like that n***a
Hol' on
Aye
Aye
Aye aye aye aye aye