(Girl, break it down, break it down, break it down
Now, break it down, break it down, break it down)

[Verse 1: Pricetag]
Microphone check two, mic check one
Gotta clique of real niggas in my section
A solid girl with no baggage, I still ain't met one
I see all of you rappers as my step sons
I called my last girl and told her be my next one
She say pull up on her, touch up on her wet one
And I had a pack of condoms but fucked around forgot 'em
Gotta stop at 7 11 to get some, Fuck!
All I know is 'ball till I fall', ho
Walk around ten band in my cargo
You niggas still stressed 'bout your car note
I'mma fuck around and buy Wells Fargo
I walk up in this thing a hundred deep
I gotta get it, ain't no sleeping
Cause I got a son to feed, some of her and some of me
That's a simple summary, they talk behind my back
Because they know they ain't in front of me
Me fall is what they want to see!
My momma said

[Hook]
Pray, for them niggas that hate
They just wanna be in your place but them niggas ain't you
Cause them niggas ain't real
Wile on them niggas, put on all them chains
And shine on, shine on
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on, shine on
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on them niggas (What it ain't, what it is)
Shine on, shine on

[Bridge]
Bad bitches do you need that
I give it to you if you need that
I got it for you if you need that
I put it down if you need that
Tell me do you need that
Bad bitches do you need that
I got it for you if you need that
Let me know if you need that

[Skit]
Ice Cube: Aye, so what's with you and that chicken head?
Chris Tucker: Oh man, she say she look like Janet Jackson
Ice Cube: You lucky

[Verse 2: Oktane]
I'm watching the sun rise in New York
And you just now leaving the club out in Cali
Wondering if this three hour difference gon be the reason
That you chose up while you out there in the valley
Cause we all know boy these hoes be choosy
And if the money right, then you won't be bougie
Why you at the studio you don't do music
I tell you I love you and you telling me to prove it, listen!
These niggas hating on me, your girlfriends want me
And bad decisions always make for the best stories
And I don't know what you want from me
Because you the one I'm trying to wake up
To every damn morning
And the people bout to know, they all bout to see us
So valet the cars far away from the Prius
Rap game didn't know it but it need us
If we told you what we did last summer, wouldn't believe us
But my momma said

[Hook Bridge]