Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he hang, hang, hang
All in his- like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb sh-
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and check him in my automobile
Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
