's a Benz) Mercedes, c'mere baby, you don't like the way it's hot and hazy, never shady, you must be crazy It's ridiculous, how you put your lips on
the same Chorus: Puff Daddy singing What do you do when they love you? (Let's) "live your life" What do you do when the love turns cold? (Let's) "
is his cock in my ass Uhh uhh uhh you like it don't you? Let's get high and just fuck I'll hit you till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed
it twisted tho in order to hit it and get it you gotta be a gifted ho Some head is worth paying for aint me you gotta love to do and do it for free for
quality time And you think with all the fame and fortune shit outta be fine But what happens when, the divorce papers just gotta be signed And you lose half and your children, 'cuz you gotta
with a notha nigga, front you shit You said the baby had you caught, that's what you said But you thought she was sprung so you gave her the bread It
me screw face You fuckin' with a real ass nigga Stuffin' pockets tryin' to make 'em bigger, gotta let you know I'm holdin' down the game What would you
you mufuckas worldwide Word to me shit for Keenbean All let her pimp a dream team If you ain't got paper your girl tight You let that girl slide If it
[Intro - Trey Songz] Trick Daddy Dollaz Eightball, Trey Songz We high [Trick Daddy - Intro continued] Good evening ladies and gentleman This is you're
-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S S-N, S-S-N-S We sendin' this to all you (All you) So you can do (Do it, do it) what you want to (Bop, bop, bop) This is the funk (That funk) it
the low with my middle finger up And I'm ridin' for Buddy Roe Cause he jammed in it My dog got slammed in it I even lost Bam in it, wait a damn minute
daddy Put her out on the street let her get that cheese My bad is that your freak But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you Keep it
but I gotta go finish my song Look you ain't gotta go home but you gotta leave Now straighten up your weave And call me soon as you make it to your crib
shit you might never see again. And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then, And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then. And we ain
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama,
you like this, trick: you can have her (You can have her) [ VERSE 2 ] I gotta do what I gotta do Baby girl's through, so I need somethin new You can
gaudy I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you And Vinnie Paz holds
of bub, and have fun nigga How you want that, tell me, how you want that? How you want that, tell me, how you want that? Daddy, how you want to give it