saya we pass the Limbo, you feel like I'm in a Bimbo, what the f- why you smoke Bamboo, huh words from every language like Figo, I don't feel like your Gucci shoes are real I think that this is Finto, Prada-Loui V-Valentino in my pants, keep the 20 bands, rockin into my 20 ganz, yeah put the flash flash with the antigas,hey, I feel in another world, ay, if she gets in the way too, ay I spend too much on ice, ay call it Nike Mikey,ay ridin on Kawasaki,ay, splat on skat too trash,ay want a men on Meh,ay (brr brr) No,hey, i aint trying to meet karma i got no stress no baby momma drama bad relationships will leave a man scorn got no girl he's in his room watching p- she don't appreciate nothing from me she's always mad shes on her monthly i'll pack my bags and move to the telly she think i'm coming back like Makaveli we use to be cool she pretend to be your best friend can be your worst enemy always alone that's why i never feel lonely not around people cause they full of baloney she's conceit i don't know how to treat her she think i'm to cheap she want to date derek jeter she think i'm a cheater, she stalk my twitter girl give me space i'm not justin bieber Saya