She be like it aint tricking, if you got it We be spending, run them pockets My credit card got mileage Shorty out here wilding Maximum limit exceeded I acknowledge Puckering up her lips to me She smiling Bluetoothing kisses to the Mrs While I'm signing-on the dotted line And I'm out of my of my mind and I'm tryna-figure out why I'm so blinded I guess-it's cuz she built like a stallion And I go deep in her Homie I be miles in Cost my a thousand, every time I pound it When I really stop and think about it I'm like woozers I don't need no internet browsers They way to a mans heart, ain't through his stomach, go through his trousers Anything way you want it You can have it your way I bend the knee to my queen Your grace She want the finer things The diamond rings Designer and frames purses Six inch heels, exspensive wheels The kosher meals, queen service I ride for my queen like viking While I'm on the side like swiper no swiping If you piss her off, she stricking like lightning Oh my God, is he dead? All I heard was off with his head If ever I should oppose Softly I tread, talk to her swift Cause she like to shop when depressed Looking for her purse, Ima need my balls for this gig I'll be in debt, if I'ma break it off with this chick So, I-look her dead in the iris Told her you can bring the unsullied I'm afraid of the IRS I'm just tryna save some money for retirement Let's be civil bout it No need to get violent As I stood right there playing the violin She didn't say a word She was silent A tear dropped from her eye, but she was smiling Then she cheap shotted me Guess she was a wildling She want the finer things The diamond rings Designer and frames purses Six inch heels, exspensive wheels The kosher meals, queen service