| See I ain’t tripping, but I’m just saying | 
| See a rapper and she tell you they had a little thang | 
| Calling every player in the game by they nickname | 
| See her with another baller when your ankle get sprained | 
| Heard about me through hearsay | 
| Then get up out of my damn face | 
| I ain’t never had a hand out | 
| That’s why I ain’t handing out hand shakes | 
| Got no time for that pillow talk | 
| Y’all feminine to my man ways | 
| Love the ladies but I let them know | 
| That my bank account is my man cave | 
| If that’s what she doing for a fountain drink | 
| Then what she doing for Ace of Spades | 
| Giving knowledge like she skipped a grade | 
| What’s yo GPA I’m gonna make it raise | 
| Grease it up just like a taper fade | 
| Treat my dick just like a razor blade | 
| Cause when I pull it out she says it’s time to cut | 
| I guess I should have came with a band-aid | 
| Can’t assume, she came by herself, cause she telling you | 
| That she lonely | 
| Can’t assume, she just texting you | 
| Cause she message you on that phone G | 
| Can’t assume that she squeaky clean | 
| Cause she let you see her get soapy | 
| Can’t assume she came to see you | 
| Courtside, and not to see Kobe | 
| You can’t mess around with my homie | 
| And turn around and rub on me | 
| And tell your friends that I’m not the truth | 
| Cause I didn’t wanted to get cozy | 
| Holy Ma-tri-mony, with my cash Theres never adultery | 
| Cause the same girl that’s laying on your chest | 
| Will try to double cross you like rosaries | 
| See I’m just sticking to the G code | 
| I’m just worried bout me code | 
| Soon as I see that she see through | 
| I ain’t looking through the peep hole | 
| I won’t pay for no peep show | 
| I’m just trying to get deep dough | 
| And than beat them beats up on beast mode | 
| So you can watch them copy like Kinko’s | 
| I know plenty G’s that do dope deals | 
| And millionaires that got more mills | 
| Smart enough to not give it up | 
| To every pretty woman in heaux heels | 
| I can’t give her no dough still | 
| Her friends is saying I’m so trill | 
| Killing y’all with my vogue wheels | 
| And that’s what the hell I call road kill | 
| Ok, be careful who you let kiss ya | 
| Cause you know a player won’t miss ya | 
| Just gonna ex you out of the picture | 
| No lie, no lie, no lie | 
| No lie, no lie, no lie | 
| Say you know what I’ll do | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| When I know she ain’t true | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| Girl you know that we through | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| Yeah I’m talking bout you | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| Girl you know I stay fly as hell | 
| Chicken heads that | 
| All the birds are fly down south | 
| So I’m still the man with that clientele X 2 | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’m still the man with that clientele | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’m still the man with that clientele | 
| I think you’re better off by yourself | 
| I might go and purchase your broad a skirt | 
| And let her get a new bra & shirt | 
| And take your chick to my concert | 
| And then let her get her star search | 
| These just the same as these other rappers | 
| We know it’s sweeter than starburst | 
| I might throw a bone in your broad purse | 
| I’ma eat with my dogs first | 
| Big dog without any bark | 
| I got plenty bite and know plenty sharks | 
| Hit the lake and pull out the boat | 
| And have chickens flocking like Noahs Arch | 
| Know your work then know your part | 
| Know your work then know your part | 
| Not attracted to any chicks that know every player | 
| That’s known to start | 
| Hold up, I can’t be caught in no twister | 
| I hope you’re fine as your sister | 
| Cause if not I’m prolly gonna switch ya | 
| No lie, no lie, no lie | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| I’ma tell that ho goodbye | 
| Be on your way |