[Intro: from "Super Fly"]

"I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row."

"Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man"

"So what!"

We got Roseanne, we got a gallon of Chick-fil-a lemonade in this bitch

[Chorus]

I see something in you, I could use you, mama

Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me lose you, mama

This that new shit, you gotta get used to, mama

I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than

Broke bitches, don’t waste time pursuing them

Yeah, I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than

Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them, yeah

[Verse 1]

I’m not a star, but I’m sky high

Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride

My mob wife, word to Leah

Riding American muscle but I’m banging foreign features

That’s my homie Sir Michael Rocks, I'ma let my speakers knock

Double back make the block so I can peep the scenery

See if it's worth getting out, doing a little mingling

Shit’s a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's Ringling

Brothers, where's my brothers bitch bring 'em in

Round table meeting shit, distinguished gentlemen

Weed so fire, it should come with an extinguisher

Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping

Never was a henchman, just an underboss and then a kingpin

I done made my bones, now I'm Playstation marathon in a robe

Running my business from my cellphone

(Yeaaa) Homes

I ain’t never gonna die, homie, yeah

[Chorus]

I see something in you, I could use you, mama

Keep up sweetheart, don’t let me lose you, mama

This that new shit, you gotta get used to, mama

I’m on my Max Julien, who’s cooler than

Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them

Yeah, I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than

Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them, yeah

[Verse 2]

Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit

Them ain't genuine Louboutins, your little brother painted them

Don't know who you fooling or who you think you playing with

Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here

You gon' stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch

These seats reserved for boss ladies, my Rodeo babies

Fresh off Saks Fifth, brung mama with me to Chi-town

Michigan Street, we hit the Polo mansion

Before I bought my gift, she swiped her card and had them box and bag it

[Chorus]

I see something in you, I could use you, mama

Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you, mama

This that new shit, you gotta get used to, mama

I’m on my Max Julien, who's cooler than

Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them

Yeah, I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than

Broke bitches, don't waste time pursuing them, Jet Life