[Intro: Joey Zen]

Omid did it!

It take 47 eyez to see

I see through em all

[Hook]

I can see the proof of my products in the pudding

Perfect placements of effort all I put in

Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in

She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 1: Joey Zen]

Yeah she only sucking, came here for the fucking

Giving stupid brain well at least she knows one thing

She know how to suck it, she do it with the suction

If she at the party then I pull up to the function

Lay the pipe then get my head out the gutter

Only say it one time I ain’t gon stutter

If I said it twice then it mean that I trust ya

If I gotta do it imma do it like no other

Lightning in a bottle, ok see I brought the thunder

Made it rain on a stripper now she dancing in a puddle

Throw it all on her chest just to watch the racks double

Money showers in the bath while I’m blowing all the bubbles yeah

[Chorus: Joey Zen]

I can see the proof of my products in the pudding

Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in

Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in

She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

I can see the proof of my products in the pudding

Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in

Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe in

She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 2: FiNE$$E THA PHANTOM]

She got lockjaw

Now I'm about to beat it up like the southpaw

I really love her, she an angel but without flaws

She got a demon who live life like an outlaw

Outlaw living, champagne sipping

Manifestations comin to fruition

Multiply bitches, not good with addition

And if my girl listening then baby I'm kidding

We gon make the bed rock like we Wilma and Fred

I'm gon give her backshots like I left her for dead

I like to freestyle so I'm used to using my head

Girl the nights over, why the fuck you still in my bed?

You can spend the night, but you can't be my wife

I got a hunnid options, Imma live my life

My presence is a present, baby I'm a fuckin prize

And when I'm stroking it yeah jus look me in the eyes

Cut the top off the whip I divorced it

Can’t fuck with a native, my bitch imported

Cook up the soul yeah I feel jus like Gordon

Making bitches kneel more than the lord did

And I'm counting up the checks of my endorsements

All these rapper sound the same it’s getting boring

Speak on what’s important, don't be self absorbent

That’s why I only fuck with the Horsemen

Can’t forget Forty-Seven, that’s some blood tied shit

And we growing everyday, nah we won't die quick

We’re all talented as fuck, that, you gotta admit

Laughing at the ones who said I'll fail, when I'm rich

Bitch

[Chorus: Joey Zen]

I can see the proof of my products in the pudding

Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in

Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in

She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

I can see the proof of my products in the pudding

Perfect placements of effort all I ever put in

Ain’t no strings attached like velcro this a shoe-in

She keep getting lockjaw but she not chewing

[Verse 3: J.R.C.]

Know my time is here ain’t see me clear before

Clearing checks ain’t cutting costs

That double deck home cost a lot

But listen close to all my notes

Sopranos seem a lil low from up here this ain’t alto though my album old already

But I’m chopping up just like a machete

Bet Imma call or raise the pot

If pockets steady enough

Ain’t fuck with cheddi that ain’t popping it quick

Pussy popping his lip

Sitting on a pile of burning art like Nazis and shit

But we ain’t earning disproportionate dollars

The way we flying it’s unlimited mileage

Another cottage in Bali

Shout out my mama that’s Mali

I bought her Prada, her prodigy up now

Don’t give a fuck I’m a nominee

Whole jaw wired up through the wire ain’t luck

I’m on my ye shit locked down in the stu cooking up

It’s Crack music now I got em all shooting up

Got em all shooting up