Featuring Black Rob

I met her uptown on Dikeland, to heighten
Talking that, how she only dealt with businessmen
Niggas bagging joints, money off and on the books
The ones who stand firm like gate, nothing shook
About them, I doubt them cats waiting for me
You know them niggas, them big dudes across the street
She say, yeah, they from over on Mayfair
Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down
I hit the ground but managed to pull a piece out
This bitch over them with them pointing the chief out
They want beef out here, they going to get it
In the worst way, I'm going to show them how Black play
Roll the dice, fucking with me is like snake eyes
I break guys, sit back and watch my cake rise
It's all about the Benjamins, true that be the motto
Ran out of ammo, and started throwing bottles
Running, and I ain't looking back for shit
Crooked ass bitch, today I get you back for this
I'll get you back

I love you, baby, no, you don't
You drive me crazy, that's right
I'll never betray thee, uh
I love you, baby, come on
I love you, baby, no, you don't
You drive me crazy, that's right
I'll never betray thee, uh
I love you, baby, come on

Yo, since the last altercation I been going to street
Seeing honey at the club every week and I speak
I'm going to rock that ass to sleep before I strike
I ain't know the real deal until last night
How one of them brothers was locked with bankroll
Used to call my crib to see seventy-four
Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac
Babe bro told him, you want to get money, see Black
When you get home, we never had chance to get up
And wouldn't have, if his gun had left me hit up
He'd explain how his whole crew was slapping honey
Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money
Funny how it's a small world, baby girl
You's about to get fucked with no jail
I'm going to sit back and watch this cake finish baking
And plan your extermination, word

I love you, baby, no, you don't
You drive me crazy, that's right
I'll never betray thee, uh
I love you, baby, come on

It took a while to peep your style, Miss I-be-in-working
Low profile single, house in Staten Island
And Manhatten while them same cats
You sent to get me boo, is on they to get you
Fucking with you, that small time crack dealing nigga
He a bitch too, they going to bust his shit too
Shit's real, you think you going to set me up
And get away scot free without some type of injury
Nah, kill it, I'm going to flip the script on you
Same thing you did to me, I'm going to do it to you
Who knew she was the female Rambo
Fill one of they chest with four soon as he came in the door
Life is out, snuffed all they mans in
In the end, she had to be the last bitch standing
Not for long the buck the forty-four strong
Just like that she was gone, now it's over
Assuming I'll go back to my everyday life
Of a rich millionaire just rocking the mic
Got to pause and think about honey, no doubt
And admire how the chick went out

I love you, baby, no, you don't
You drive me crazy, that's right
I'll never betray thee, uh
I love you, baby, come on