Yeah man, let me holla at my nephew Tray-Deee Nephew, I can't believe these motherfucking stupid ass bitches man I done told em time and time and time again Well I guess they don't hear me So uh, why don't you let me know Matter fact let them know how you feel about these motherfucking hoes I can't explain how I came 'cross the game I got More likely from parlayin' with these thangs a lot Be on the gangsters jocks, soon as they spot that you clockin' These snakes'll plot, and then be all in your pockets Droppin' little hints 'bout they rents and bills When you tell em you can't help em wanna twist they grills Like you owe em once you show em that you're interested When they knowin' you be wantin' just to hit and dig I ain't got shit to give, but hard dick and conversation And talkin' end, when I commit the penetration I toss at them, if it was proper we could kick it When we cross again, but you know ain't no commitment I want ya when I need ya, and that's the procedure I call you and fall through, strictly at leisure And only keep ya, until you start to cost me Then I reverse the game til ya back up off me Kill em softly Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I say it again, Tray Deee Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin' with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip Bitches ain't shit, I said it before, and I'ma say it again, Tray-Deee Bitches ain't shit, they only fuckin' with your homies Cuz they know you got a grip I done peeped these knucle heads all [?] dogg These bitches on the gold rush This ain't 1849 quit that pan handling ho This '99, you tryin' to get yours, but I need all mine You know what i'm sayin'? I keep the energy caught her eyein' me down Back when she first started hangin' around In Long Beach got real deep on some real G sex So you got served bitch now what's next I ride on the side while we slide in my broom Old goons can't get with the [?] foon? Naw I'm on another level, let's get in your shit Blowin' herb while we swerve and we spend your chips Drain me and take me to the finest spots Out the dinin' shop and buy me diamond rocks It's a privilege to get the dick and fuck wit me Knowin' the whole way I roll is in luxury I'm a major type of player out for ruling the game Every line I design is for schoolin' a dame When I approach I let 'em know it's all money and sex But I gotta be blessed before we make 'em connect I check a bitch as quick as Goldie the mac And keep them quarter sacks and holdin' my straps I only want what's in the middle of they laps And plus I hump before I get 'em for they snaps I can't conceive spendin' cheese just to please a broad When eventually intentions be to leave 'em all In the minus, no matter if they the finest Then recognize the price come with rollin' with riders You can't expect to step up in my company And we just fuck for free, and you not touchin' me With some fine ass why chance gettin' involved And be callin' me a dogg after hittin' them draws I'm out to ball, so keep all emotions in check And don't be tryin' to test what you're sure to regret Thinkin' you gon' be sinkin' up inside my profits Bitch you got twist but you needs to stop it I'm cold on the hold like the frozen snow For my dough unless we both tryin' to make it grow I think you know, my bank be mo', than us kickin' it What's mine is mine, but what's yours we splittin' it I got three questions for a bitch though Where mines at, what's takin' you so long to kick it in And how long this gon' take you to get me some more hoes You know...