We was at the heat game, peep game, let him see the g-string
Yves St. Laurent, size fives, a petite frame
He like c'mon Nicki, really why you keep playin?
Said his name was Jada I said ooh that's a unique name
I go and see him out in Yonkers in the back blocks
He in the matchbox ballin like the mascots
He said I'm dead hot pull up in the brass drop
I see them hatin ass bitches in the backdrop
That's why I kiss him right in front of them
He don't want none of them
Even when its dark I be stunnin them
Plus I keep the thing, thing mighty tight
And if he think I like him then he might be right
over half the barbz won't be able to see it 
