They holla at me when its you, you This is aint high school
I love this song so much
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, ****ing with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up
North on they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock
Seatbelt them
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never **** with beginners
I let him play with my ***** then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
I love it
Deadass cackling 
There IS hope though, Nicki said she might wear her real hair next era in the Tim Westwood interview 
