Ooh-in, yeah   F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit   Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this?   B.K., yeah, woo      While you hoes play rich, I'm a made bitch   It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?   Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit   Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit      Fox to cocky, nigga, know your place   Nigga won't fuck this til I cop a case   Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch   A niggas style and my dot six shits   Before I run through Prada and skate through the district      Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit   Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do shit   What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch   And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker      Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?   Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?   Or the way I be lookin' when I rock my braids   And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed      So fuck what you heard, it's simple and plain   Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain   Can't stop that 'til I lock this game   Won't hold back, I want lots of fame      Picture this   Who the fuck, niggas think they are?   F O X Y pull niggas car   Niggas got to meet me at the bar   Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off      Picture that   Who the fuck chicks think they are?   M A D E pulls bitches cars   Hookas better meet us at the bar   We ain't gon? shop, unless it?s on and pop      Y'all niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax   Fake gangstas, my shit bang on tracks   And before you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act   You not a real thug, I mean, she told me that      And don't get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat   Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it back   Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?   What? Picture that      Picture this   Who the fuck, niggas think they are?   F O X Y pull niggas car   Niggas got to meet me at the bar   Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off      Picture that   Who the fuck chicks think they are?   M A D E pulls bitches cars   Hookas better meet us at the bar   We ain't gon? shop, unless it?s on and pop