I got a one track mind

On this runaway train

And your runaway doggie

With that runaway brain

I'm a baller and a player and she's all about the game

And I come to entertain

And she come after I came.

Her name is tatyana, or her name must be christina

But when she get in to begging I turnt up like I'm felicia

Her name is mcramon but she sure ain't crv

That's the type of chick I see around but do hardly

Bitch, I'm up and I'm running as soon as you start me

Fresher than chewbacca shakka

White, tall, starched tee.

My wolves bark like trees

Talk like g's

Nigga talk like me.

I'm just rapping on the beat

Consider that I'm an artist

I'm there looking like the labels and bitches, I go the hardest

They're aiming at my wolves like they're feeling going to target

And you ain't gonna buy shit

I ain't surprised.