[Chorus]
Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue
Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues
If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news
Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo

[Verse]
I be in that Lam' or the Rolls, hit that button
I don't do no talking, say the word, no discussion
And I heard they mad I got a foreign bitch, she Russian (Yeah)
And I heard they mad I got a foreign bitch, she Russian (Yeah)
Keep me a pole in the Bimmer, they know that we spin
Bitch, I'm not one for the talking, they know who we is
I'm in the coupe and she tell me she wanna hop in
Fuck what they saying, you know I'ma die 'bout my twin

[Chorus]
Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue
Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues
If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news
Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo
Ran off with his shit, think he mad, he ain't have a clue
Had to tell my side bitch to call me Steve, I stay with the blues
If I say the word, call my twin, put you on the news
Fendi or McQueen, all on me, this ain't Jimmy Choo