(feat. Mike Jones)



[Magno]

I admit, I've been gone for a while

Out of town, trying to make my paper long as the Nile

But if I don't pick up the phone, when you dial

That don't mean, I'm on the other end

With friends, getting dome with a smile naw

It's true, a lot of ladies wanna flow me

Like wick in the ghetto, a lot of baby mamas want me

But I don't trip, on them boppers and such

I'm trying to take you flying, in them helicopters and such

You just make sure, you watch these fellas

Looking flashy, on Bellas

Telling you I'm out of town, fucking these yellows

You know, my only love is you

Them niggaz, trying to be my substitute

But ask yourself who love is true, who is so ghetto

Still fuck you hard, on top of rose pedals

Lights off clothes off, candles lit

Hot wax on your back, Magno handle shit

I treat you, like a human banana split

But I don't think, that you can handle this

I came up hard, cause the hood is scurr'

These girls ain't got pussy, that's as good as yours

If all was money don't be concerned, I cop the plane

It really ain't a thang, I got G's to burn uh

When I first met you, lust was strong

Now we need to make sure, that trust is just as strong



[Monica]

You make, me feel

So-ooo-oooo gone



[Mike Jones]

Girl you listening, to your family and your friends

Tal'n bout, don't call me no mo' ever again

Well that's cool, now that we through let me loose

To pursue another girl, with a wet pussy ooh

I love to fuck, I love getting my dick sucked

While you at home acting stuck up, what the fuck

Girl you wrong, your actions gon have you sleeping alone

I stay so gone, so my money can stay long

I'm Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones that'll hit the road

Not for hoes, but hit it for bank rolls

My album "Who Is Mike Jones", coming soon

My album "Who Is Mike Jones", coming soon

My solo underground, called "Runnin Tha Game"

So y'all can see, how I'm running the game

Stop complaining and whining, cause I'm out late grinding

I'm grinding, so me and you both will be shining

But all that fussin and fightin, gon have you stuck home alone

Keep on, and I swear I'ma be so gone

Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones (Who)

Mike Jones (Who), Mike Jones-Jones



[Monica]

You make, me feel

So-ooo-oooo gone



[Magno]

Hold up, what's this talk of you being so gone

With no wheels on your Coupe, is so chrome

I've been on the scoop, for so long

It's time, for me to venture out

If I make it, I'ma get you out

Come on and you know this, I got enough bank

Flows hot as the block, of Antoine and Gulfbank

See I don't fuck skanks, I get paper and leave

Me and Mike, pull capers for G's

We sorta like Batman and Robin, I'm a black man with problems

I'm trying to stack grands, for rocking the mic at them shows

I might, do a air of new flows

How you think, you got them Parasuko's fa real



[Monica]

You make, me feel

So-ooo-oooo gone [x2]