Yo I come through, few of my man's Scoop you and your friends You, you, and you with the Timbs In tight jeans, Chinese eyes Indian hair, Black girl a** Let me pour you a gla** of Belvi Tell me all about your past Let me console your soul While I palm your a** And your man did what? He ain't give you? He cheated with her I can't diss duke I tell you this though Get with this dude I'll teach you about dough And show you what this do (It's a secret society, all we ask is trust) But I don't freeze b**hes Just skeeze b**hes Break up happy homes Just seize misses You'll never get her back once you get a yacht How you love that? How you love that?