Whatever

I'm in a whip tail smashin' it
 Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it
 Who me? Devil's advocate shit
 Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
 Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this
 Fuck school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
 Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets
 Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus
 Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
 Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
 But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
 I'm low, low, low in a range ROV tinted
 Same fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
 Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click triggas
 Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures
 For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
 We gettin' head tonight, whatever
 To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call
 Get his money and ball, whatever
 Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
 Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get moneyâ€
 Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20's
 Me and Jim jones, stay fighting 2 on 20
 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary
 You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury
 I'm 5th Westwood, Carlotafella
 Sarachuf, Paragamo, John Galiano
 And my girls they be blessin' me first
 Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt
 And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt
 Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt
 Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick
 I need a here ma, goof this in your pussy chick
 All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
 Ladies take it easy
 To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
 We gettin' head in the car, whatever
 To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet
 Have 'em lickin' your feet, whatever
 Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
 Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
 Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
 Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes
 I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
 If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
 Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
 Have with a pie in they're oven
 Shit, to me, y'all a dime a dozen
 No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
 Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
 I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
 I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
 My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent
 Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo
 Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda
 For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife
 We gettin' head tonight, whatever
 To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call
 Get his money and ball, whatever
 To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar
 We gettin' head in the car, whatever
 To all my women whippin' a jeep
 Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever
 And I don't care how bad no chick is
 I ain't lickin' nobody's feet, whatever
 Killa, whatever