[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny n***a could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em a drank if that ass thicker
Look I’m a hustler I like to get the cash quicker
And I don’t settle for less I’m not no ass kisser
I’m the ladies man bring your lady friends
I’mma bring my n***as and we can get it in
She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel
And leave a bitch ass n***a with a doctor bill
You fealing low, ma? You don’t need Dr. Phil
I got this Mary Jane shit ease your mind forreal
Lets take a trip to my apartment
Take a lil shot of patron get it started girl
You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so say goodbye to the wankster type
You with the Rock

[Spoken word: Kendrick Lamar]
Let me tell y’all something
I seen this bitch right she fine than a motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off, Pitbull type

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Now do I love them hoes, hell no
Take her to the swap meet before Melrose
Not Benihanas, more like like Top Ramen noodles
Champagne no, sweet Kool-Aid made by Sherane
Send her back to her boyfriend with cum stains
I redesign bitches wardrobe
All I do is make up something then sit it between her earlobes
She thinking no one ever invented clothes
Used to hide the camera in the closet
Now I’m like I’m doing you a favor to fuck you bitch pose
They don’t even want to go to award shows
They just wanna award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends no shit if Big Pimpin is a sin then I rather not repent (preach)
[Outro: Girl on the phone]
You know I need my master back like Jay Z first album
Okay I got this one girl her name is tity pop her name is what?
Her name is tiny pop I met her at USC she’s a good girl