you want to get with me

you want to get with me you better hit my business line the flow so cold bitch you you probably think it's winter time I ain't shaking hands with you bitch yeah you ain't no friend of mine figured that you want some cheese but you won't get a cent of mine heard you still be chasing liquor cake I drink my Remy fine I'm running to the end of this I see the finish line you think you about to make some money but your shit decline they must have lie to you bitch i got the big design I thought I told you that should of left the kids behind