[Intro:]
You know if I could sing man
I'd be on some gangsta shit with my shit man
I'd be on some shit like some ghetto gutta shit
I need all you crooners to listen up
I need R. Kelly and Usher to get on my level
You know what I'm saying fuck with me on this one

[Verse:]
I'm always in the streets tryin' to get my dough
I don't give a fuck about a crazy Ho-o-o
Not a crazy ho, Not a crazy ho (Me neither n***a)
Met a thick bitch at the club Rio
With a big ass like Buffie next thing you know-ow-ow
I got a crazy ho, got a crazy ho
(How you know she crazy, how you know?)
Cause I was in the hood tryin' to get my mail
She called me straight trippin' on my god damn Ce-e-ell
You crazy ass female, crazy ass female
(Ha Ha Ha, I told you n***a! I told you!)
We only been fuckin' for ten days
You already bitch about my hustling wa-a-ays
Shorty what the hell, shorty what the hell
(Cash over bitches, man, C.O.B.)
You like the presidential suite
(I told ya!)
You like that Benz or Fe
(Ha Ha I told ya!)
I take ya nice places to eat
(Yeah!)
Buy you lingerie to skeet-skeet-skeet
No ho before my cash
All I wanted to do was doggy style that big ol' ass
Sorry it did not last
If you thought it would then your higher than the price of gas
[Outtake:]
I told you man, these bitches be trippin' man
They want all the motherfucking money
All the motherfucking trips to Cancun and shit
But they don't want a n***a hustlin'
They wanna lay up under a n***a every single second, man
Listen Ma, I can't lay up under you every second
I got business to handle, I thought you knew, C.O.B
Conducting Organized Business, Cash Over Bitches!
And that's just the way the story go
Ay, Ginuwine make your comeback n***a, get on this level
Call them n***as at BMI and tell them I'm available for songwriting
R&B song writing that is