Us

Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I'm on that Marylin
 She got that Adam's apple and she asked about that passion
 And we passed her with laughter
 And passed her wacker friend
 Piece to the keys with that covered
 If they the keys that act up in
 It's beasts in the streets and feathers and
 She put a decent effort in but she's at the precinct hemorrhaging
 Bring it to these bitches like Alpo
 Bitches getting stitches if she under my scalpel
 Bitches getting vicious when I tell 'em who the sight's on
 Have these girls runnin' like roaches with the lights on
 They been on that groupie shit
 We been on that Gucci shit
 Apple Cherry coochi clique
 Hmm-mm-mm, yeah
 Ya'll be swearin' you the shit
 But ya'll be sharin' shoes and shit
 Cool it bitch
 Yeah, we be gettin' paper
 'Cause I can't entertain you
 I got nothing to say to ya (no no)
 I don't even blame you
 If I was you I'd hate too
 You can't even fuck with us
 Can't even fuck with us (oh I)
 You can watch the man go, if you think this painful
 You can't even fuck with us
 Can't even fuck with us
 You-you can watch the man go, if you think this painful
 These bitches fadin'
 They poppin' shit
 And they hatin' 'cause we are
 We the crème de la crème
 All them other bitches are the H to the I-Ms
 These niggas like her
 They try to get in her cypher
 But he can't
 Can't even roll text with us
 These niggas can't even stand next to us
 Trust, that I seen these bro' be
 Tryna make ends meet, Pantene Pro-V
 Try to send beats to her
 And he's hoping
 He can get a 16, he can get me open
 But, um, I ain't fuckin' with these hipster niggas
 These niggas really like sister niggas
 You know, they sweeter than them spritzer niggas
 I know niggas probably kissed a nigga
 I know niggas probably dicked a nigga
 Anyway, it's the B-A-N-K-S
 To them niggas with V-I-S-A
 C-A-S-H E-U-R-O's
 Put a couple commas in them Z-E-R-O's
 Lookin' for the dollars for the C-O-I-N's
 You need to get enough for both me and my friends
 Yeah, we're more dimes than two bucks
 These niggas be up in the hood like Ku-Klux
 Puffing on that loose-again
 Puffing on that two, for 10
 All these niggas
 Oodling, noodling
 Yeah, yeah
 Ya'll niggas cool and shit
 But all my bitches too legit
 We-e-e are, are, are
 'Cause I can't entertain you
 I got nothing to say to ya (no no)
 I don't even blame you
 If I was you I'd hate too
 You can't even fuck with us
 Can't even fuck with us (oh I)
 You can't even fuck with us
 Can't even fuck with us