By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and truck 'em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
And he telling me to chill
And he telling me it's real, that he loving my appeal
Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayyweather with the jab like...
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
