On some peanut butter leather, with the wood so grainy. It must be raining dollars ’cause she looking’ so gravy.
I got a lot of women, but I’m way too choosy and then I love my cake, like that Ricky love Lucy.
She going downtown ’cause her favorite DJ’s spinnin’. I’m all up in the door, so I’m already winnin’.
Now there she go again riding through the stormy weather. You better button up if you wanna go get her.
She make it hard to copy always tight and never sloppy and got her entourage and her own paparazzi.
The way she move her body she might see the Maserati. She wanna put it on me tryna show me her tsunami.
To the world her child is one..to her, that child is the world. God Bless You on Mother’s Day!
Baby, I have no story to be told, but I’ve heard one on you and I’m gonna make your head burn.
Feel my heart race like the F-one blazing. Nigga you the girl not a next one baby.
Sometimes people play hard to get to make sure that the other person’s feelings are real.
My god, amazing how we got this far. It’s like we’re chasing all those stars.
I need another story something to get off my chest. My life gets kinda boring need something that I can confess.
Paper baby I’ll be the pen. Say that I’m the one cause you are ten real and not pretend!
Baby daddies are unreliable, missing, or don’t stick around
Baby daddies will cheat with baby mommas and not consider it as cheating.
I don’t need no money, fortune, or fame. I got all the riches baby, one man can claim.
I always thought that I’d see you baby, one more time again, now.
I had a one night stand with my best friend’s baby sister.
Baby you’re the only one I run to.
Now you stuck like a stain and I cant believe that. Baby girl one hundred,I aint tryna do that.