[Verse : Nana AK]
Excuse moi, lil miss mama
Can I exchange some change for a little exchange?
What's a quarter to get things in order
25 cents to make sense of ya sensation, ya creation, got me chasin'
For pennies down a well. Oh well, I can tell, you got clientele
Tellin by your fur coat elopin’ with that jaguar. Bet you drive a Jaguar
Far from simple. So how 'bout a nickel?
Not even a reply? I promise to take you to Dubai
If I wasn't due by 9 to 5
My oh my, You're so taxin', only want my Andrew Jackson!
The meters running and time is passing. Let's ride with the seat belt unfastened
Tsk, tsk, everybody hates Chris, But miss
Can I hold a dolla? can I holla?
Can I father, your youngins?
Your money? honey, that's all old money! (yeah)

[Verse : Zac Pat]
Ok girl, I see you stacking dollar bills
You run the world and you do it in them Prada heels
You drive your Benz to your crib out by the hills
Who we kidding, girl? You could pro’bly buy the hills
You go on shopping sprees and you don't even count the cost
Buyer's remorse ain't a thing when you such a boss
My intentions to chef it up in the kitchen
Be your stay at home daddy, if we have a couple children
Lil Keisha and Kevin. Girl, don't give me rejection
I done built up the courage to come make an impression
And I know your selection of mates is pro’bly through the roof
But there's one thing on my mind and that's me and you