wake up every mornin with more wood than a carpenter this bitch keep kn teasin ima put this wood inside of her mappin out these bitches you can call me a cartographer thinkin bout the bag you can call me a philosopher poppin out the crib like it's a crime take my time get what's mine fuck i shine she a dime, yeah she fine I ain't even tryn, in my ride we be flyin, now she mine and she say daddy please just one more time