(feat. Lil' Kim)



[Intro: Sauce Money]

Man

They just don't understand

How hard it is for a young black male

Still wanna beef

We don't wanna compromise

All we wanna do is take take take

Ya better get some

 

[Verse 1: Sauce Money]

I'm in the streets with my thug love

You know the block is hot

Plus them niggas tryna set up shop

Gettin' money in these streets is all I got

Even if it takes me gettin' shot

Besides what you riffin' for?

Five Gs what I hit you for

Can't believe you still want more

I'm a thug boo you know thugs don't trick

Just cuz I love you, you wanna drive the six

Well that's too much shine, unnecessary flair

No more arguing, take some dough for ya hair

Just beep me 12 o'clock, I'll be right there

To pick you up, don't ruin that

I don't really be doin' that

What you mean that's not good enough?

I'm spendin' too much of time in the hood and stuff?

In the drop chrome shinnin' flauntin' my crew

I'm tryna get paid ma, what you want me to do?

 

[Chorus: Lil' Kim]

You gotta please me

Touch and tease me

Love me, hug me

Rub me, squeeze me

Kiss me, and never deceive me

Show me, you gotta believe me

Or leave me

Please me

Touch and tease me

Love me, hug me

Rub me, squeeze me

Kiss me, and never deceive me

Show me, you gotta believe me

Or leave me

 

[Verse 2: Sauce Money]

You got some nerve grillin' me wit a frown a lot

Attitude real stank, I ain't around a lot

Can't understand why I'm outta town a lot

I rap for big paper now, this ain't around the block

Now you treat me like I'm cheatin', creepin' or sumin

Sneakin' or sumin, late night keepin' 'em humpin'

Why you look at Sauce funny? (What you don't trust a nigga?)

I work hard, look at your diamonds.... them shits cost money

Forget about your homies, they jealous of you

I ain't really tryna hear what they tell us to do

Besides half of them ain't even got no man

That's why I'm goin' all out, puttin' rocks on your hand

But you don't really care, you're spoiled and shit

Talk slick like you drink baby oil and shit

She got a 500 wit chrome, spoiler kit

And you still not happy, man what's wrong wit chicks

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]

Enjoy your cut necklace, finer things

Versace, Armani, diamond rings

Anything you can imagine, if you mine let it

No more school loans, your own line or credit

Walk in closets, full link minks in 'em

His and her rollies, extra links wit 'em

Bottles of Dom, tennis braids for your arm

Four-five workers for your beauty salon

But you don't wanna hear that, you still not happy

Shit, so what the industry's bustin' at me

Car chases through Brooklyn, cop's on my tail

Feds hit the spot, found it chopped on the scale

Undercovers Ds hit the block for a sale

For you or nobody else, I'm not goin' to jail

Imagine, all of this inside of a day

Just for your ungrateful ass, whatchu got to say?

 

[Chorus]