ay yo shorty i m sayin i knew you since you was like yay high y knamean you out here whylin out you really need to cool out with all that please you don t know me ay yo yvette there s a lotta rumours goin around about you hoein around you need to slow down eversince ya ass grew you been movin kinda fast boo don t even speak now when i pass you hundred dollar bill tattoo on yo thigh the gleam in ya eye for the cream and the pie skirt ridin high so they can see ya thong better i mma sit down and write you a long letter we was little we was friends we rode our big wheels now i see you gettin a benz with big wheels all these guys in the city see is the size of your titties and that you got hazel eyes and you re pretty they see a girl like you and they wanna get in her i was thinkin we can go to a movie maybe dinner you turned around and told me i need to retire if i can t show you the money like jerry mcguire i don t know you don t really know me just what ya think ya see just what ya think ya see you don t have to worry bout me this chick got hopes and dreams but i m about this paper cuz there ain t no love for free i never been they type of bitch maybe when i was younger i craved love and thought they could satisfy my hunger thirsty had a few niggas do me dirty slid a blade across my wrist almost went 7 30 i spazed now it s all about the cash swingin naked on a pole doin tricks with my ass you wanna be with me and let happilly ever after same ol song get more hits than napster you don t care about me you don t really know me my broked hearts and dreams is killin me slowly get ahead bitch walk with a switch lip gloss lips and 34 inch hips airbrushed chips and chromed out whips i like to take trips when wife stash the whips fuck love em solo raisin my seeds for dolo and mindstate fresh with nothin less than polo  please don t be sympathetic shit i don t regret it while these hoes half stepped it nigga i m gonna rep it til i die and make these g s multiply i mma make g s cry like when jesus died and on the third day my g rose again a foul type chick quick to fuck ya best friend and smile in ya face niggas stay in ya place catch my head at his waist lie with a straight face i know my man had you in the bricks with a couple of chicks drivin around havin endless kicks in the benz 6 he said the sex was the head was yo i think he would tell the whole hood if he could you say it s all about the money well i can tell cuz that nigga makes sam cassell look like denzel my bad i mma sound like a real hater i mma leave it on that note and holla at ya later one you think you are the judgement y all niggas don t know me i do what i gotta do i take care of mine who you think you are you ain t no better than me why you say all that i m only doin what i gotta do i do what i gotta do too you don t know me you don t love me i m tryin to help you i mean you out here whylin out whatever though