300lbs of Sugar Interlude

What's up girl
 You know who it is BZB
 First its the business, then its the bitches
 Juuheard me uh huh uh huh
 What's poppin hit my line
 What's up Girl
 You know I like girls that are outlaws
 Never put my money on pause
 You never need to meet my dogs
 Cause my niggas is dogs
 Know your ex a fraud
 I'm not flawed
 Your ass real broad
 Assemblies of the Gods
 Alaskan cod on my fishing rod
 Was waiting for the bus to go to the Bronx
 Swear I saw her in shy catalogs
 Stopping her for probable cause
 Rolling up like a mob boss
 Smoking sugar cane haze in the Audi saying ay mami
 I'm the welcoming committee of New York City
 She call me thirsty, I say it's Thursday
 These hoes know I don't play around