Uhh nigga
 Uhm  yeah
 [Charli Baltimore] (Mase)
 Yo  yo  yo
 See I hold my head  hoes wanna 'spite me
 Mad  I got you gagged but they wifey
 Icey  is what merchandise be
 Know I'ma star  so they over price me
 Charli B'More be twice you dare
 Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
 Step into my cold area  polar bear wear
 White minking  white linking  now what you thinking
 What do my Ice got you blinking
 Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
 What's feel, bad bitch, dress really
 Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
 Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
 Cherry gators, Todd roll in every flavor
 Rhymes I wrote (9's I told 'em)
 Times I hold 'em
 I even put 9's in niggas quotas
 What
 Yeah
 What
 Yeah
 What what
 Yea what what
 Turn me up, though
 Turn me up
 [Mase]
 Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
 Then we won't stop
 If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
 I ain't never met a bitch that won't suck a cock
 So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!
 [Charli]
 If you know B'More, then you know this song
 I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
 While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
 Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
 Ring too
 Get that nigga cream too
 Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true
 [Mase]
 I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
 Chanel flip flop's, sand all on ya feet
 Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
 So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street
 [Charli]
 I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
 All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face
 What what what
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah
 Yeah yeah yeah
 [Mase]
 Yeah, what what, what the fuck
 What they think, cause Mase young, Mase be dumb
 They get Mase strung, it'll then that'll be numb
 But ever see blood die, with light change
 Got the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
 Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
 Half these girls, don't even know my right name
 Fly rollie, mink made of coyote
 Love a ghetto hoe, I know she died for me
 You got me confussed, see Cam the freak
 Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
 Some live average, so that hand couldn't reach
 Living expenses, 50 grand a week
 You know me, I V-O-T, low key
 Platnuim rollie, smoke a O-Z
 Baby face nigga, without no goatee
 2 point 8, about to blow 3
 Huh
 What the fuck
 What the fuck
 Yeah yeah yeah
 What what what
 Yeah yeah yeah
 What what what
 Yeah yeah yeah
 What what what
 Uh
 What the fuck
 Don't stop
 What the fuck
 We won't stop
 Harlem-Philly's
 Still bless ya forever
 Mase blessed forever