Steve Harvey

Why you talkin', you ain't heard of me

Choppin' up a hit, back to back

It's a murder scene

Bet you think you know a lot about it

You don't know a thing

Keep on at it up

Till it's stunk, till it's third degree

Yeah, I need a bitch who got some common sense

Pickin' up some Dior just to see her cop some confidence

Mrs. Independent, tell she switch up on that time again

I ain't worried bout it, shawty, why you out here lookin' tense

Run it once, run it up, till I let the hoe breathe

Why you askin' all them questions like you BALD HEAD STEVE

Blessings all around me, I ain't even gotta sneeze

Think I understand the money, cause the cash gets me

Runnin' deep, yeah, yeah, I'm runnin' deep

Got bored of her, had to pass her to the team

Keep the circle tighter than the grip on my ring

Makin' money, yeah, that's a dream

It's a dream, I stack these bands up

Pull up double R, Escalade or a Lamb truck

I stay out the way, I'm in my lane

These females stuck up, tryin' to bring me down

But you, I wish you best of luck

These females thinkin' they be lyin

Don't flirt with love too young

Or your ass gon' end up dyin

I'm just tryin' to tell you cause I know from experience

The only time they love you when you gone, I'm bein' serious