Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week;
But, back to you, mad gloss chick, you’re way fit!
Second I walked in, the whole room got still;
I don’t know how to put this but; I’m kind of a big deal.
And she conceited, she got a reason:
She got her hair did, she got her weave in,
And Imma sweat that out, by the evening
You? I don’t sweat that now, I got a new thing…
