| Whoa… oh, whoa… | 
| Shareefa… oh | 
| From the blocking, to the dropping | 
| I need a girl that’s stacking and popping | 
| When I come in late, she’s not clocking | 
| Not in the crib, throwing 'round pots and | 
| Nice girl, that’s clean, that was raised to cook | 
| Be on the couch chilling, shorts on, reading a book | 
| Biting on a pen, thin glasses on | 
| French type frames by Yves Saint Laurent | 
| Say hey pretty mama, do you fit the bill | 
| Do you got what it take for you to fit in my wheel? | 
| Would you bust that steel if, niggas came to kill me | 
| Protect that safe, baby, dag, that’s filthy | 
| Whoa, somebody let her know up in here | 
| He like Papa Smurf, I’m like Papa Bear | 
| I’m just looking for a queen, so I can rock her ear | 
| Tell her P. Tone in here, I got her locked this year | 
| I’m not your average girl | 
| I be your Bonnie right beside you | 
| No need to worry, boo, I got you, yeah | 
| I’m not your average girl | 
| See me without you is unlikely | 
| Them other bitches they not like me, oh, wow | 
| You can have keys to the boat, money follow me | 
| I got the cheese and the yolk, plus the juice | 
| That’s fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt | 
| Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat | 
| Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from D. R | 
| Luggage with a big black tan | 
| Whatcha gonna do? | 
| You or him, me or you? | 
| Fucking with him, you look mad pitiful | 
| Boo, I’m not the type that be slobbing down hoochies | 
| Looking at these hoes, eyes low like Droopy | 
| Tugging on my jacket til the lights come on | 
| We run trains on them bitches, never ice they arm | 
| That’s a no-no, chicken heads looking for a come up | 
| In the club, 'oh my God', now they wanna run up | 
| Nagging til the sun up, shut up, I’m not a double-up, boo | 
| Go get your feet done, your toes, cuz they knuckles up | 
| Baby, baby, don’t waste your towel | 
| Looking any further cuz the girl is ours | 
| Holds it down for you, any place, any time | 
| You already know, I’m the one, yeah, I’m that | 
| Fly girl, rider, just say the word | 
| Anything pop off, it’s us against the world | 
| Such a hood girl, with that dirty loving that’ll make your toes curl | 
| Yo, relax and chill, analyze the story | 
| Love, your boy Tone got mass appeal | 
| All them other little players ain’t as half as real | 
| They just wanna get up in you like Massengill | 
| But me, I need a wisdom, play it like wifey | 
| Well mannered, understand the kid and not bite me | 
| All my real ladies, put your hands up | 
| Holla at your boy, if you ain’t a groupie, right now, stand up |