Wok Sauce

(Damn Jorjiana, where'd you find this?)

Uh, my pockets real fat like Big Mama

If he wanna dine, Benihana

If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds gettin' fat off of pasta and lobster

Uh, since I got rich, I got a hell of a roster

I'll spit on a bitch like a llama

I'll beat a bitch ass like Ike

And my shit real, no moissanite

My lil' bro tweak, keep a strap like a dyke (phew)

Uh, my shit shine, don't need no light

I said I don't cheat but I might

He a cheap ho, always askin' me for a flight

And I like my bed, I can't stay the night

He think I'm a freak, he ask me for the Percs

He swallowed that Perc', now he itchin' like he got lice

I came from the trench, I like hot sauce on my rice

He got ice in the cup so he can pour up the Sprite

It's Ramadan, baby, so he can't pipe

5 A.M., gotta get up now so I 'on't miss my flight, uh (phew)

Uh, uh, uh-huh

Pull out the cash, let me get it

I know he a trick, so he spednin'

I'm paid in full, not to mention

I came from the bottom, now I'm winnin'

Christian Dior, but I'm sinnin'

By all means necessary, I'm gettin' this chicken, uh-huh

I like fast cars, and he like breakin' the law

She like throwin' her ass in the car

I 'on't like to drink, won't catch me at a bar

(Last seen in rural Detroit, skinny dipping in ski boots)

Uh, my pockets real fat like Big Mama

If he wanna dine, Benihana

If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds gettin' fat off of pasta and lobster

Uh, since I got rich, I got a hell of a roster

I'll spit on a bitch like a llama

I'll beat a bitch ass like Ike

And my shit real, no moissanite

My lil' bro tweak, keep a strap like a dyke (phew)

Uh, my shit shine, don't need no light

I said I don't cheat but I might

He a cheap ho, always askin' me for a flight

And I like my bed, I can't stay the night

He think I'm a freak, he ask me for the Percs