Check this out, uhhhh

I mean, you ever had one of them ol' gangsta relationships (Me and you, boo)

I mean like, nobody don't have to diss nobody

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

Uhhhh, jump in my 97 Hummer then rizzide

You be Ms. Bonnie, I'll be Mr. Clyde

Together we be catchin g's, flipping keys, smokin weed

It's all about you and me

Causing major pain on this dope game

You be Halle Berry

I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans

In charge like the Lakers

You got your pink 380, I got my black nine for the haters

My homies call you that **** but you my bitch

Since we banging, I guess we one click

You be that **** that I drink with

And you don't even trip if I was to let a freak kiss

You give me rubbers and holla stay strapped

You say you can't catch no fucking rat without a mouse trap

So we be kicking it like g's

It's a drought, but you got a connect on some keys

You roll up the Factors and drink 40s'

You'll whoop any bitch at any ghetto party

We walk past security 'cause you got the strap

And when my homies see ya, you the only female they give dap

You the only **** that I'll kiss

Make love to and still do some gangsta shit with

Like Menace to Society we kick it

I'm Kane, you my thug like Ms. Jada Pinkett

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I lays back and chill while you ills with the hotties

I'm numero uno in your eyes, honey papi, yo lady Gotti

Thugged out, hooriding ready to kill

Yet make me feel like others can't with my sex appeal

Be riding ghetto thrills

But still the bitch behind the trigger

The bitch about her scrilla

The bitch to smack a ****

If the tone faintly rises in his voice

The choice is mine when it comes to haters living or dying

Blueprinted crimes illustrated by your baby

The unlady like mistress

Be all about illicit business

Bitches witness us together looking tenderly

But to scared to tell wifey, for fear of me

I'm only trying to be the one with the green papers

Bounce on the dick and help me pull off a mean caper

That's why you praise the biggest mama and you care

Other hoes get x'd out in what we share, yeah

I give you rubbers for your friends for show

Take me shopping tomorrow, short change them hoes

Save them 3 more nuts for me (You gon' need 'em)

Alize, hot tubs and an ounce of weed

Please, there's not a jealous bone in my body

Take me off to Jamaica then take your wifey to Hawaii (Aloha)

I don't mind being number 2

You keep more ice on my hands and wrists than an igloo

And if it all falls through you still got me

Your true bitch **** down to hustle from plan B

Like that ****

Like that ****

But only if you 'bout it

But only if you 'bout it

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I can be your mistress, you can keep your wifey

I understand, I'm all good with this back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody need a back-up plan

I'ma be your ****

He can be you man

But you don't have to leave him, everybody—