Ah, everyday she wake up with a different colour make up And a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter Fourth minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi lookin' at 'em both poppin' up and take a picture, uh Probably on a Internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother Man, he wanted meet her mother by tomorrow Mona Lisa Pussy good enough, it got him sinnin' in the walls And he diggin' in it like he livin' in it Make a new religion with it Man a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird When she asked him, did he want to make love in a yellow taxi Never gave two fuck, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout a motherfuckin' double standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, that's negative alone But you sucked this dick, that's just nasty Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No) You fucking with Wayne? (No)