[Blueprint]

Yo, where's your girlfriend at?

She was lookin tight the other day

Tryin to hit that

Bring her over, I need to holla at her



[Chorus: x2]

Where's your girlfriend at?  Take her back to my house

Sit her down on the couch..



[Blueprint]

Ha, Printmatic will drop, heavyweight stop any featherweight

You better not hesitate too long or meditate

My new song will demonstrate I'm too strong to ever make

a costly mistake, I'm sharp as a switchblade

With artistry displayed, you awfully bitch-made and heartless

Yellow belly, scared of the darkness

My melody sparks this, you better be cautious

I'm heavenly, with the pedigree of a marksmen

Ask anybody, crashin ya party, smashin ya hobby into dust

You better build your shields instead of parlayin with us

I'm comin out on top you lookin tired in the clutch

And any groupie who was into you is gettin touched

But enough of that, back to the rugged rap

Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at? (Back to the rugged rap)

(Motherfucker clack, where's your girl at, girl at?)

Where's your girl at?



[Chorus]



[Blueprint]

Yeah... I'm not a gentleman, I just dress like one

Foghorn Leghorn comin after your hen

While she daydreamin I stay schemin

Takin money out her change purse if she got it to spend

I only take the 5's and 1's

I'm nice enough to let her keep the 20's and 10's

Then I, hit the block with it, or buy stock with it

Play dice, crap out and laugh with my friends

Add me to any beat you got a banger

Add me to any mic and it's a magical blend

I came in this rap game with one goal

Be the baddest motherfucker with a pad and a pen

I might not bag a dimepiece in my life

But as long as two 5's still add up to 10

Then I got options every Friday night

And a team of mediocre broads grabbin my dick



[Chorus x2]