Rick Ross - Skit lyrics

[Female on phone] Let's call this motherf**er and see where he at I bailed his a** out of jail three days ago and this n***a ain't called me back yet [Phone ringing twice] [Female on phone (Male)] (Hello) n***a where you been, I called you like six times (Hold on, hold on b**h, I'm in here tryna turn the soft into hard, you know what I do) [?] I put my house and my car on loan to get your black a** out of jail (Hold on b**h, I wouldn't give a f** if you put your momma's insurance policy up b**h, I'm tryna handle my business) I don't give a f** about all that sh**, when you gon' give me my motherf**ing money back n***a, I want my sh** back I know you're out there f**in' some b**h, you dirty dick a** n***a (Yeah b**h and this dirty dick be all in your [?] a**, b**h You gon' make me get out this trunk and [?] you ho) Baby you know I'm sorry, come over here and get some of this p**y, you know I love you (Look at here, b**h, if you love me so much, what we need to do is take a ride to the mortuary, dig your father up, let me get that cla** ring up his finger, run through his pockets and we gon' close the casket and get up out of there, that's street love, b**h!)