(feat. H-Mob)

You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it)

And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the

bed Nigga

Pop your collar to this

It's grills mania, ya heard me



She's my Mammy

She's my baby

I love you so much

You driving me crazy

Wanna be down

Jump in the car

Rollin wit me

I'll make you a star

[Verse 1:]

Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that

Give her some growth

Waited till I touch the cat

Told she going have to work if she going get ahead

Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head

She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks

I said Mami stop talking

Just suck on this dick

I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing

Now watch me turn this nothing into something

Get it

Mami, Get in that kitchen

This is free base

Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths

Take the trip cross town to see True

Just get the money don't listen

That Nigga think he cute

See all this money we got we going shopping

Louis Vitton & Pucci

We get it poppin

We hit the club on some clico shit

See the respect that you get from just being my bitch

Look see 'em they sick

They wan be in your shoes

That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused

I'm just using her for paper

She want a man

I'm bout to see my other bitch but

She understands

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

Ay Yo

I met her at the Rucker Park

Watchin' the stars play

I knew she was a terror

She was watchin' the squad play

I knew she had her own

She was pushin' the bubble X

Type of eye candy that you see in the Double X

Fat Ass, Long Hair

Short like Nia Long

I knew she was a victim from the start

My G is strong

And then she said she ain't felt this good in ten summers

Gave me credit card and debit card with pin numbers

I'm lookin' at receipts

She spent G's on the kid

I'm pushin' her V

Even got keys to the crib

If I needed to bag up

I bought G's to the crib

I got knocked - What she did

Put up the deed to the crib

Now she got a new gig at Chase Manhattan

Look my niggaz is wit Ma

Let's make it happen

So I burst through the door bout a quarter to four

Told every nosey bitch

Get the fuck on the floor

Then she opened up the bag

And started to fill 'em all

Making sure that she left the marked money in the drawer

Told security if you move

This goin' be your last night

I'm working with this Mack ten

You workin' with a flash light

I'm walking backwards

Nobody moved word to mother

Tryin' not look - cause I don't want to blow her cover

That's when this bitch winks and blew a kiss at me

I don't believe this bitch took all them risks for me

That why

[Chorus x2]

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