(Ooh, you so down to Earth)

I just got a two tone ring
"Twenty, can you sing to me?"
I eat the bitch from the back
Now she pray to God for me
I let her roll at the set
She gon' take the charge for me
I let her pull up the sack
And let her charge the card on me

I can't fuck with you, my bitch better
"Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza"
"Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza"
She said, "Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza," yeah

Used to work at Follies, she at Flame now
Rolls Royce got umbrellas for the rain now
Pussy taste just like Tropicana
I just hit Fani for bandanas
Rick Owens with the Plain Jane
No bluffin'
No cuffin'

Yeah, yeah
I got the key to thing on me I'm probably the reason that she was in Atlantis
My bitch in the dressin' room, yeah with the blicky
You know we ain't going for that, no kizzy
I'm ballin' like Karl Malone, Rosetta Stones, they P two tone, it's litty
Had a ménage à trois with a bitch
Get her the Birkin and I bet she forget it, yeah
Anything less than a ten, that's a miscount
My bitch at Prada she give me the discount
Ironic she tellin' her friend that we fuckin'
'Cause she like to suck me, yeah, she got a big mouth

I just got a two tone ring
"Twenty, can you sing to me?"
I eat the bitch from the back
Now she pray to god for me
I let her roll at the set
She gon' take the charge for me
I let her pull up the sack
And let her charge the card on me

I can't fuck with you, my bitch better
"Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza"
"Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza"
She said, "Twenty let's go shop at Phipps Plaza", yeah

Used to work at Follies, she at Flame now
Rolls Royce got umbrellas for the rain now
Pussy taste just like Tropicana
I just hit Fani for bandanas
Rick Owens with the Plain Jane
No bluffin'
No cuffin'

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Writer(s): Robert Davis III