Okay, okay, alright
So that's the nigga you're picking? Ok
I see you bitch
It's Illy ma, nevertheless it's Illy
Ya Dig!

Oh, you're screwing him?
Lightskin homie from up the street with the Benz
Who be stunting like his daddy sells crack
I could hate, but I should've saw that
Cause all dudes know dollars bring broads to your ballsack
I'd have none if a nigga ain't do this thing I called rap
I know you're on that negro, cause where I throw a single
Richie rich could throw a whole stack

It's cool
His game was off track, seen his number in your phone
Calling at 12:44, you ain't know I caught that, huh
Quit telling them tales, what the hell is that smell
Cause it damn sure ain't Kenneth Cole Black
I'd always ask mama and wonder but won't figure
Why you little girls always fucking on grown niggas
She said 'because you're minors' I get it kinda
It makes sense cause miners is all gold diggers
So you're a 49er, rush I won't get you
Hot as my lighter but don't juke, I won't hit you
I got other plans, go ahead to your other man
Throw away them rubbers fuck it I'll be throwing rubber bands
Give up this million for a couple grand