Featuring Mase]

Uhh nigga

Uhm yeah

[Charli Baltimore] (Mase)

Yo yo yo

See I hold my head hoes wanna 'spite me

Mad I got you gagged but they wifey

Icey is what merchandise be

Know I'ma star so they over price me

Charli B'More be twice you dare

Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick

Step into my cold area polar bear wear

White minking white linking now what you thinking

What do my Ice got you blinking

Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking

What's feel, bad bitch, dress really

Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really

Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters

Cherry gators, Todd roll in every flavor

Rhymes I wrote (9's I told 'em)

Times I hold 'em

I even put 9's in niggas quotas

What

Yeah

What

Yeah

What what

Yea what what

Turn me up, though

Turn me up

[Mase]

Yo, yo, now if you don't stop

Then we won't stop

If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top

I ain't never met a bitch that won't suck a cock

So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!

[Charli]

If you know B'More, then you know this song

I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on

While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long

Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone

Ring too

Get that nigga cream too

Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true

[Mase]

I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach

Chanel flip flop's, sand all on ya feet

Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat

So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street

[Charli]

I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase

All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face

What what what

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Mase]

Yeah, what what, what the fuck

What they think, cause Mase young, Mase be dumb

They get Mase strung, it'll then that'll be numb

But ever see blood die, with light change

Got the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange

Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range

Half these girls, don't even know my right name

Fly rollie, mink made of coyote

Love a ghetto hoe, I know she died for me

You got me confussed, see Cam the freak

Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach

Some live average, so that hand couldn't reach

Living expenses, 50 grand a week

You know me, I V-O-T, low key

Platnuim rollie, smoke a O-Z

Baby face nigga, without no goatee

2 point 8, about to blow 3

Huh

What the fuck

What the fuck

Yeah yeah yeah

What what what

Yeah yeah yeah

What what what

Yeah yeah yeah

What what what

Uh

What the fuck

Don't stop

What the fuck

We won't stop

Harlem-Philly's

Still bless ya forever

Mase blessed forever