Where's Your Girlfriend At?

Yo, where's your girlfriend at?
 She was lookin tight the other day
 Bring her over, I need to holla at her
 Where's your girlfriend at? Take her back to my house
 Sit her down on the couch.
 Ha, Printmatic will drop, heavyweight stop any featherweight
 You better not hesitate too long or meditate
 My new song will demonstrate I'm too strong to ever make
 A costly mistake, I'm sharp as a switchblade
 With artistry displayed, you awfully bitch-made and heartless
 Yellow belly, scared of the darkness
 My melody sparks this, you better be cautious
 I'm heavenly, with the pedigree of a marksmen
 Ask anybody, crashin ya party, smashin ya hobby into dust
 You better build your shields instead of parlayin with us
 I'm comin out on top you lookin tired in the clutch
 And any groupie who was into you is gettin touched
 But enough of that, back to the rugged rap
 Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at? (Back to the rugged rap)
 (Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at, girl at?)
 Where's your girl at?
 Yeah... I'm not a gentleman, I just dress like one
 Foghorn Leghorn comin after your hen
 While she daydreamin I stay schemin
 Takin money out her change purse if she got it to spend
 I only take the 5's and 1's
 I'm nice enough to let her keep the 20's and 10's
 Then I, hit the block with it, or buy stock with it
 Play dice, crap out and laugh with my friends
 Add me to any beat you got a banger
 Add me to any mic and it's a magical blend
 I came in this rap game with one goal
 Be the baddest motherfucker with a pad and a pen
 I might not bag a dimepiece in my life
 But as long as two 5's still add up to 10
 Then I got options every Friday night
 And a team of mediocre broads grabbin my dick