[Verse 1]
Lets say I'm in a room with a bitch...and the ho don't won' fuck
Like a man, I'ma beat my meat...and get my fuckin nut
Fo'sho...she gon' be drove then
And I'ma cut the TV off and go to sleep on that ho then
Now tell that to your girlfriend, you tell her everything else
She gon' be with her boyfriend - you gon' be by your damn self
While I'm in my benz with your friend, and she bout to get nervous
Baby, I don't want nothing but some mouth and lip service
Don't act bad...don't get mad
That's all I can do wit you, cuz I don't want your ass
Look...you kinda fine with a nigga name on your spine
Now, respect my fuckin mind! How I'ma hit that from behind?
Got a ho across the court, and my lil' boo, she next door
I'm getting tired of you lil' rappers, it's time for me to restore
I done fixed these bitches house up...and have them living swell
But still they had a nigga like me, was eatin a taco bell
But after that shit...all that trick shit I stopped it
And lock my fuckin pockets, you can't pick it or pop it
Now I get what I can get out of these ho's and I'm up
And if she wanna flex up...then I'ma beat the ho' up

[Hook]
Girl thats Juvenile...you don't know he on fire
17 inch Momo's...black magic on his tires (4x's)

[Verse 2]
See I know how to treat a ho...
Just talkin to greet a ho...
Make her know I don't need a ho...
Don't mix up your people ho...