[Verse 1 - Bow Uh, to my ex-girlfriend on out Now I'm with my new bitch, her spine out Rolling up more kush, waitress pass a bottle Homie a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes I party hard Charlie Sheen Used to Ferraris, and Cash money, money, baby you already know i get it ask your lady Selling out the when I want to like Jay-Z Right now, em, broad of hoes, filling em Treat em like sites, you know that I'm drilling them Half rappers soft as f-ck, I swear to god they aint fitting in Me and chris aint house, in Miami hit In the buy the bar out Stunna the cars out Hey, where youre coming from fr-fresh off the movie set (uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres another Now these upset Rappers my age aint done what I've done yet I aint done yet, this just the beginning Stepping out that G4, here some new linen fresh Yes, I'm the mother best Walking through life, with no Shit, I tripping, no, you know I be chilling Rico, where you buy shit, doggy got me wigged Yeah, my game up, and you what? Do something and I ya Rearrange your face, and let some body guard that would it I'm the best there is and the best was Like Hart, paul bart, with no bart My bank account and my work ethics, thats setting us apart Heat game, courtside, me and all my Kick em out, hands clean, my body guards talk My paper on diamonds, your on midgets F-ck all my who tend to be telling me Shit, me, screaming with there hands out But I get no hand out, put me in a room and watch me stand out
[Verse 2 - Chris look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a grown up Everybody know you're a pussy, little get your soul up Niggas say they friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga And I'm to go in, time to kill niggas Yall talk about naked pics Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my june low, and my dick hit the water when I take a piss I'm porno, then I'm outy five, doggy hit the uh I'm blowing like four O's Yeah, in the with four hoes Gotta mix a Nuvo the no doughs See, gotta pull a all nighter, planes, got em high like a sky diver Yeah and now im fucking with em hood Red and blue nigga, r&b, so good nigga I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, Try to swing, I you, I wish you would nigga Wow, let me calm All these mad cause I took they shine now I'm at the top now, about to climb down You need to give it up, aint to whine down
3 - Bow Wow] Why all up in my B.I and O, I feel ya Nowadays so out, cause this business will kill ya We get it, real paper, fuck haters, fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on yall Chris is the prince of RnB, me prince of hip hop We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats whores Counting money when I get Tatted up a mother fuck Swear to God its too Yeah, my neck and wrist or just Bow Weezy You already know nigga, out to the O nigga You know I be Smoke cause of depression, homie aint no question Get in the business, just put me in to test it
I'm the man in this Fuck a flow at least a hundred band in bitch I'm the man in bitch Bout to at least a hundred bands in this bitch