Yeah, 9th Wonder on the beat I can't front man, you got some hot beats It's your boy Kanye Tutta' Got Consequence in here (I see now), Little Brother (I see now) Yeah, I want y'all to listen Question Now how the hell I end up arguing with this bitch? (aww) Know everything, but don't know shit (aww) Kinda reminiscent of Anna Nicole Smith (aww) I just turn my music up like 'Damn that's some cold shit' (aww) I mighta known about a couple of months Since then she gained a couple of chunks She went from being a strobe light To that old lady on Boomerang Lady yellow ease I need no lights And I swear she a riot folks How she order all that food and a motherfucking Diet Coke? He said 'You lying yo, why is you lying yo? ' Cut it out, quit it G, you hurting my kid-I-neys Naw, she talking bout a couple of kids for me (aww) She hit and had a ring from Tiffany's Right then and there I had an epiphany I swear since that day I've been treating fat hoes differently Aww, I see now You was hurt and you on the rebound (aww) Ben & Jerry's and Mickey D's now And you just gone gain all that weight on me now (naw) Naw (naw), fall back If I ain't a player then what the hell you call that? A nigga disrespect me I'm a be in all black But baby if you let me I'm a take it all back I write verses, do shows for a living Hoes, they look at me like everyday thanksgiving Peep, check how I'm living, white T's, free jeans Shotgun and Capri's, big height like Yao Ming And it seems the style then how they go out they way Just to prove they dedicated and devoted to Ray I guess it goes how they say, that that pimp will repay That's why I put 'em to the test like everyday Not like the G.E.D. or an S.A.T. Pop quiz, let 'em know that they mill' ain't free It's on like a college degree when you following me Without the entry level job there's a modelling fee So when I tell you 'Get 'em girl' and you prove that you true I let you bolt up on the block with the rest of the crew This just a couple of trials that we put 'em through Let a nigga know now what you tryna do, for real Phonte the five star syllablist, females I hit 'em with deliberate styles for me to try to lay with them And then chill around the way with them Like her name was Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee and them Spat game, wanna come to my X games? I keep 'em line like roller blades at the X-Games Phonte never was the type to crook out and stress thangs Till the album dropped now you thinking my rep changed Look, we ain't sleeping on the floor no more But it's a strange misconception I ain't poor no more That's bullshit, if they ain't paying, fuck a Promo tour I'd rather keep my ass home and hit the porno store So we hit the sex shop cause she wanted to get with me Two shots of 'gnac she started acting so giggly Nine months later she went into delivery And since then I treat my baby mama so differently, word All back, yo I swear I'm a take this truck back man I mean I got the new G5 whatever, that shit be in shop every two weeks I told 'em, I told 'em if y'all don't take this back And give me all my money back and trade me in for the CL I'm gonna put it on this Little Brother song in two weeks and And they ain't believe me but Now I'm a let y'all know don't go out and buy the G5 I swear like it's a bad look for the girls Really they get in the car and they always wanna look over and be like 'Aw nigga, your check engine light on, it's on' I'm like 'Your top on, so we got two things we tryna get off right here' They don't like that I take it back, I take it back, I just say it to get you mad I take it back, I could prove, I could prove something to you Yo, yo I been in North Carolina for two days, where's the hoes at my nig'?