[Intro: Ma$e]

You know I'm sayin' Surge, you playin' [?]

Ya'll niggas playin' in it, man, get serious, man, this thing ain't no joke, (Yea) B

I'm 'bout to say, man

Nigga call, nigga get your hands off me, nigga!

Nigga, tried of playin' with ya'll niggas (What)

Uh

I sue you, nigga, ahahaha, yea

[Verse 1: Ma$e]

I got my own money nigga, got no use for Puffy

Had to Samurai the roof 'cause the coup was stuffy, call Q

Fact, you know what to do, nigga put Brandy on the phone

You know the broad used to love me, talk slick till the corner tuck me

Or the ATF hit the church and a nigga come cuff me, what's beef?

You don't see me, run up on Cudda, what's beef? shots in the window, can't get to your ruger, what's beef?

A nigga see you ten cars down

Run that car down, and do something to ya and if your man joy ridin', he better enjoy hidin'

Or he gon' wish he never knew ya, I take a dime from the sewer to a wine connoisseur, why she like Ma$e? nigga my shine's kinda bluer

You wonder why she wanna creep with the fella, you know the ice, more the money the deeper the yellow and I'm the first one to get bling

You niggas came in this game, ain't gotta chick game

Now I ain't got to explain, broads run for the G4 'cause they can′t afford to miss Spain

And the boy been in this lane 'fore my nigga Kiss came

Never touch biscane just had a silly wrist game

And now the world is talkin' right, but my chain is really morsen light

But she so stuck on Ma$e she still slidin' off tonight

And for that

She gon' be horsed tonight, she said

"Ma$e I'm more like the swallowin' type"

You probably right but I'm more the modelin' type

And I still got the babyface without the beard yet, son a millionaire and he ain't even reached a year yet

No plane, baby seat, hanging on the lear yet

Call UPS and ask 'em if my check cleared yet