Verse 1:   Uh, yo   Her shoes straight was hooker   Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar   I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke   She said she hate a pusher, I said I hate a booger   A snotty attitude, she laughed, I purple haze and kushed her   My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble   I'm havin' woman problems, it all began in Harlem   Wife with the Lou' Vuitton said I'm livin' wrong and I did her wrong   Forget the song, I swear I love her to death but we can't get along   Her problem big as hell, her dad died man, beat her friend crossed up ma   Breast cancer got laid off and plus her son got sickle cell   Damn mami, hit the L, Misses Bell got shit to tell   Sound horrific, gain a doctor, but your I wish him well   Under this damn pressure   She looked at me, I looked at her and then Cam measured   Started to Sanchez her      Hook:   Tell you some dudes might fight some   Gunplay, day time and the night come   But I'm from Harlem, want a problem yeah you're dealin' wit' the right one   The right one, a female, I like one, a straight girl   A dike one, either way, come on girl, it's just us (it's just us)   It's just us (it's just us)   I'm so tough, out the cuffs   Diamonds crushed, we so plush   It's just us (it's just us)   It's just us (it's just us)   It's just us (it's just us)   It's just us (it's just us)   It's just us      Verse 2:   Tell you the boy's amazing, I show some poise and patience   Lack of communication, well that right there destroys a nation   I'm God's child right, my dudes employed by Satan   And once the grape get dry, hope y'all enjoy the raisin   Tanya never checked the check, Kim gettin' high, no self-respect   What you expect, MTV, naaa, crack got Direct Effect   Plus all the side-effects, they coming fully-loaded   And then divide ya death, fuck protect, better hide yo' neck   So I play homebase, and I keep a chrome case   And a lawyer just incase I catch a case, it's a very long race   Moving at the wrong pace, hope you got strong brakes   My crew ain't nuttin' but candles, yep we sittin' on cake   And all these birds we pitchin', well they're absurd and sickenin'   But I seen Brando 143rd and Lenox, dirty kitchens   Back of the Burban hun, you heard me hun, she 31   Gave her a Sanchez, yes a dirty one      Hook