you ain' seen nothin' yet

Lyrics

], did y'all expect us?, bitches, can y'all get naked?, uh, y'all know me, and the dough i see, fa so la ti, it's chi chi, ladies wanna hold me, get to know me, talks to each it, wanna sleep with it, simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress, tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so, everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know, i'm that playboy j, doin it my way like usher, and i don't feel bad when i crush ya, like blush ya, style big ball, i'ma hit y'all, with shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all, you feel me dog? i'm a c-h-i, multi, and i live and die for the whole pie, you can call it what you want, i'm a motherfuckin vet, {foxy brown} x2], it's that platinum shit, that's all we get, so let it be known that it's all for real, {and all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}, you know that na na got the heater shit, that uh, everybody wanna eat her shit, niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit, knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch, from ny to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride, 38 chest size, ain't fuckin less i come off, with like 30 g's easy once the nigga dead off, shit, never trust shit, i gives a fuck, i'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch, and everything i rocks with, either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky, got to bank this to even see me half naked, like the black susan lucci, stiletto pumps, gucci, ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price, stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin, ], i push a six feet drop, red and pallamino, and keep the semi glock, where ever me go, i stay ruger ready, or either smith & wesson, and burn hearts, like they indigested it if i'm tested, so where you wanna meet at playa, over here?, i'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear, plus i'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen, put your shades on when you peep the lex cuz the baugettes glisten, (i want the whole three dozen, and with that drama, biz), well it all depends on how ill your na na is, can you go o-t with a few and a gun?, but can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?, now you can be up in the west and do it my way, or hit the homie jd in atlanta, ga, wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale, now mack and fox boogie got dope to sell, the hoo banger, mack 10. the ill na na, foxy brown. and the homie jd, the don chi chi. we got the recipe, break it down.