text: Im in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
  Got the Halloween kicks, trick-or-treating the clutch
  Cmon nigga, is you tricking or what?
  Flow, flow tighter than a dick in the butt
  Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv
  Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo
  White girls tell me Hey Nicki, your camp rules
  Is that why you get more head than shampoos?
  As-Salaam Alaykum, no oink for me
  And I never let a d-boy boink for free
  Cause its Barbie bitch, you can join the wave
  Ive done penny nickel dimed, I done coined the phrase, ha!
  You couldnt beat me there if you had a Lear
  Indian-style, courtside with a cavalier
  V.I.P. rosé; you can have a beer
  Cause honey when you getting money you dont have a care
  Now R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that
  R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that
  R-Roger that, R-R-roger that
  R-R-R-R, ROGER
  Young black Ricos, kill for the C-notes
  But me though, I Jackson bitch uhh, Tito
  She wanna play games but, this is not bingo
  Monopoly, Im past go, go on ahead and deep-throat
  Four chick foursomes, skin colors mocha
  Sally and Sonia, put the pussies on my totem
  Pole vault stroke em uhh, strike ya like bowling
  Now open like you yawning, its 6 in the morning
  Sleeping on me, probably in a coffin
  Im hotter than the end of fucking August, Im awesome
  Im awesome: repeat it to ya grandma, and uncles
  Or mothers, Tygas no dad but Im the motherfucker
  Motherfuckers, this the last supper
  Look, no hands, Ima bread cuffer
  I dont dare love her, Ima daredevil
  I dont fear nothing motherfucker, Young Money!
  Now Roger that, Roger that
  Ro-Roger that, Ro-Ro-Ro-Roger that
  Fuck around and never get Roger back
  Ha ha ha
  Im goin in!
  Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
  The blunt still wet, so pass it like Brett
  We sip side of mug, we call it upset
  Smoke more than four quarters, we call it sudden death
  Im a beast. You a pet
  AK long neck. Keith Sweat, haha!
  Weezy motherfucker, Capo in this bitch with me
  Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me
  Im mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me
  Flow crazy 7:30, you just 6:50
  Twenty bullets from the chopper take the roof off
  Laughing to the bank, Im a goofball
  Hahaha! Its YM
  And we at your neck, like a violin
  Its our world, we make it spin
  And yall the prey- amen!
  Now Roger that, Roger that
  Where Roger at? I heard Rog a rat
  Fuc-fuck around and never get Roger back!!
  Hahahaha