text: Yo, why these bitches in the game gettin serious for?
  I was just playin when I said you looked liked Curious George
  I mean, I was in the SL, ice on the bezel
  I aint mad at you lil mama, you a sketel
  Im a winner, you that thing that start with a S.L.
  Rhyme with a cruiser, end with a r-ra
  Yup, youre a loser, I am a super star-ah
  F.A.B.O., I do it, like Toccara
  Cause yall some dylon hoes
  Tryna fuck up my band, I fuck with Nylon holes
  I got the pumps and the bumps,the pumps in the trunk
  In case I gotta spazz, and blast you mudda cunt
  I had to laugh at that one
  Bitch get outta line, Imma slap the fat one
  Im such a maniac
  Where Wayne at? Im tryna get some, brainiac
  I gets down, like when niggas is shootin
  Mami, I style wild, like when niggas is lootin
  Hoes is mad, cause these hoes is losin
  They do a lot of walkin, I do alot of cruisin
  Put the top in the back of trunk
  Take off a shoe, slap a bitch with the back of the pump
  I aint never had a problem giving bitches the business
  Pop bitches in the eye, like I finished my spinach
  Im a New York broad, spend chips in the village
  Hopped out the yellow cab, oops, the yellow Jaguar
  Girls dont like me, guess its the swagger
  Dont talk to me bout, chicks got skills
  Shes alright, but shes not real
  Listen big homie, Im that deal
  I say I body bitches, mean that bitch got killed
  Riding the baseline, like Im Quil ONeal
   
  Now how many bitches do it take to knock me down
  You know bitches gon hate
  But I dont give a fuck who you bodied on tape
  Im into movin weight mami in and out of state
  Lets get it now