God's perfect with his timing, I'm just on my shit, clocking out of my shift, miss me with the bull shit, kitchen with the chicken dip, cold beverage I sip, fly lil momma could she be my honey dip?.. But I don't ever dip on her, never trip on her Haters potato skins so I just throw bacon on um What's hattenin', oh how you doin lil momma We prestige like the sun hitting the water in the Bahamas Quads on Yokohama's, cars bullet proof Obama Presidential from starting rapping on instrumentals Star on TV a little, God got it handled like dribble Mirror mirror our face cover on pictures the wall They know us when we walk inside of the mall We was talking dribble, oh by the way we ball I'm gon keep it simple, intelligence for all Let his will be done I know he answers when I call