Okay, I see you in your Bapes
And you from around the way
But I've never seen you in the hood
Balenciaga mama, and your heart don't cost a dollar
Give a fuck about a Fendi, Prada if a nigga tryna holler
Girl, you got some ill nana
Maison Margiela fella be eatin' grilled lobster
Sittin' in the car, mellow
Beat that pussy up like a fuckin' piñata
Walk into my casa, kick it like soccer
Sips from the vodka, liftin from the ganja
Naked and famous, body so designer
Lovin' your poonana, can see that you're a rider
Don't believe that I'm addicted, you can see I'm getting higher
Used to getting hotter, I'm proceeding to your sauna
Put a couple seeds, I could be your baby father
It's like making love to a kilo
It's like making love to a kilo
Yeah I know what you want
And I'm going anywhere she go
Such a shame I never see you downtown
You never want to come around
Walking with my ipod and cell phone
It would be cool to go uptown
Westside highway's my new playground
I can be the fresh face of your campaign
But if you're into goofy black chicks
And if you want that art history practice
But you can call me wife instead, like
Ayo, can you get me something from the kitchen?
No, but you can get it yourself
Baby you've been everything I'm missing
I know, I thought you needed my help
Why dont know call me anymore?
I thought you needed my help
I think about you every day
So uhm, where did you get your durag?
The African Stand on 125th?