Artist: charli baltimore f/ mase      Uhh nigga   Uhm, yeah      (do you wanna (repeat through song))      [charli baltimore] (mase)   Yo, yo, yo   See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me   Mad, I got the jag' but they the wifey   Icey, is what my merchandise be   Know i'ma star, so they over-price me   Charli b'more be twice you bitch   Tell you got no style by the ice you pick   Step into my cold area, polar bear wear   White minking, white lincoln, now what you thinking   What? too much ice got you blinking?    Meanwhile, mickey sinking, what you drinking   West philly, bad bitch, dress really   Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really   Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters   Cherry gators, tahoe in every flavor   Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)   And times I hold 'em   I even put 9's in niggas quotas      What   Yeah   What   Yeah   What what   Yea what what   Turn me up, though   Turn me up      [mase]   Yo, yo, now if you don't stop   Then we won't stop   If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top   I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock   So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!      [charli]   If you know b'more, then you know this song   I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on   While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long   Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone   Ring too   Get that nigga cream too   Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true      [mase]   I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach   Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet   Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat   So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street      [charli]   I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with mase   All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face      What what what   Yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah   Yeah yeah yeah      [mase]   Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo   What they think, cause be mase young, mase be dumb   They get mase strung, there'll be no prenum   But ever since blood die, my life change   Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange   Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range   Half these girls, don't even know my right name   Though I got rollie, mink made of coyote   Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me   You got me confused, see cam the freak   Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach   Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach   Living expenses, 50 grand a week   You know me, I v-o-t, low key   Platinum rollie, smoke a o-z   Baby face nigga, without no goatee   2 point 8, about to blow 3   Huh      What the fuck   What the fuck   Yeah yeah yeah   What what what   Yeah yeah yeah   What what what   Yeah yeah yeah   What what what   Uh   What the fuck   Don't stop   What the fuck   We won't stop   Harlem-philly's   Still bless ya forever   Mase blessed forever