[Verse 1] (Safaree)

Man I ain't going to court

Beef's a broke nigga sport

She be calling me daddy

But I won't pay child support

She like that I came from Brooklyn

But right now I'm out in London

With some shooters and badman that will bust your head for nothin'

But let me tell you somethin'

Most these fassys be frontin'

Most these niggas make believe

So best believe they be stuntin'

Man let me tell you how to do it when I really do it

I'ma really break it down and I'ma show you how to do it

This a gunman talk and a gunman [?]

And a bad boy talk and we just touched down

[?] in [?] we don't like clone

[?] just for show down

Bullet proof vests they just reflect [?]

Pam pam pam until it drop down

Take that money

Count this money

Write that shit and take all your money

No comedy jam and I know you funny

Go bounce that fat ass earn this money

[?] Kobe the mamba

But when you see me I am a monster

I am Jamaican but not a rasta

Pockets so fat where is the pasta

[Chorus](Philly Swain)

[?] man shift from the front of the rear now

[?] man stunt roll a blunt crack a beer now

Pull up to that scene make your team shed a tear now

Oh no

[?] man shift from the front of the rear now

[?] man stunt roll a blunt crack a beer now

Pull up to that scene make your team shed a tear now

Oh no

[Verse 2] (Safaree)

I know that you frontin'

You know that I'm stuntin'

What is you saying, you not saying nothin'

Came on the block with just me and my cousin

I call him Justin, yeah he be [?]

Why do you party and don't celebrate

You wastin' my time that's why I'm late

Came in a 10, should have been 8

Stopped in the lobby and saw your wife

She bought her a body, went and bought a Bugatti

Surgery is her hobby, her occupation is top me

Not talkin' Joe but she sloppy

Mixed with haters so crop me

You could follow me to Kinkos and you still couldn't copy

I ain't worry what he say

Got more keys on a key chain

Got your main chick and side chick

On my dick that's a three-way

Gettin' [?] on the free-way

Ain't get this car off of Ebay

My phone bill it costs a stack

And you still rockin' a pre-paid

And then I stack that money

Count this money

Write that shit and take all your money

No comedy jam and I know you funny

Go bounce that fat ass earn this money

[?] Kobe the mamba

But when you see me I am a monster

I am Jamaican but not a Rasta

Pockets so fat where is the pasta

[Chorus](Philly Swain)

[x2] (Philly Swain)

Oh no, oh no [?] be a four door

[?] see a paparazzi [?] snappin' photos

[?] take your chick, we gonna make a porno

Oh no

(Safaree)

Bad man ting, bad man ting

Bad man and a bad man ting

Bad man ting, bad man ting

And a bad man ting