Uhh nigga
   Uhm, yeah
  
   (Do you wanna (repeat through song))
  
   [Charli Baltimore] (Mase)
   Yo, yo, yo
   See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
   Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
   Icey, is what my merchandise be
   Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
   Charli B'More be twice you bitch
   Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
   Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
   White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking
   What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
   Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
   West Philly, bad bitch, dress really
   Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex really
   Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
   Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor
   Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
   And times I hold 'em
   I even put 9's in niggas quotas
  
   What
   Yeah
   What
   Yeah
   What what
   Yea what what
   Turn me up, though
   Turn me up
  
   [Mase]
   Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
   Then we won't stop
   If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
   I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock
   So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!
  
   [Charli]
   If you know B'More, then you know this song
   I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
   While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long
   Fuck around, nigga, wiggle more then your rollie gone
   Ring too
   Get that nigga cream too
   Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true
  
   [Mase]
   I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
   Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
   Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
   So a bitch like you, can't check me from the street
  
   [Charli]
   I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
   All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face
  
   What what what
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
   Yeah yeah yeah
  
   [Mase]
   Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo
   What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
   They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenum
   But ever since Blood die, my life change
   Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
   Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
   Half these girls, don't even know my right name
   Though I got Rollie, mink made of coyote
   Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me
   You got me confused, see Cam the freak
   Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
   Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
   Living expenses, 50 grand a week
   You know me, I V-O-T, low key
   Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z
   Baby face nigga, without no goatee
   2 point 8, about to blow 3
   Huh
  
   What the fuck
   What the fuck
   Yeah yeah yeah
   What what what
   Yeah yeah yeah
   What what what
   Yeah yeah yeah
   What what what
   Uh
   What the fuck
   Don't stop
   What the fuck
   We won't stop
   Harlem-Philly's
   Still bless ya forever
   Mase blessed forever.