You know one man's treasure is another man's trash (speak on it) And you know the man who sleeps on the floor can't fall the fuck off the bed Nigga Pop your collar to this It's grills mania, ya heard me Owww She's my Mammy She's my baby I love you so much You driving me crazy Wanna be down Jump in the car Rollin wit me I'll make you a star Now she was only sixteen I had to nurture that Give her some growth Waited till I touch the cat Told she going have to work if she going get ahead Then she drove me berserk when she game me some head She told me that she learnt that from the porno flicks I said Mami stop talking Just suck on this dick I ain't say her name yet so let's say she nothing Now watch me turn this nothing into something Get it Mami, Get in that kitchen This is free base Just cook it till its hard then cut it in eighths Take the trip cross town to see True Just get the money don't listen That Nigga think he cute See all this money we got we going shopping Louis Vitton & Pucci We get it poppin We hit the club on some clico shit See the respect that you get from just being my bitch Look see 'em they sick They wan be in your shoes That's the game that I hit her wit to leave her confused I'm just using her for paper She want a man I'm bout to see my other bitch but She understands