Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know Haters can't afford to be going where we go We on the top floor, just me and these hoes Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know Shit, we wouldn't know Baby girl cold yet she always stay hot Lil' mama fresh, every day she extra fly Lil' shorty bad, she make all the bitches mad Light skin chick with a dark skin swag Lil' mama cold, yeah, she get my vote Not only is she bad but she got the convo We should get in jacuzzis smoking less than time blow Told her dig in the movie that's the perfect combo Got the molly with the lean and the weed in this hoe You not late if you've never seen this before Hotel room, hella cheese on the floor Ass so fat, can't breathe in this hoe We up in new york and i'm feeling like cam Me and two bitches in ny going ham Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know We-we-we-we-we-we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating, shit, we wouldn't know Yeah, what it is? i'm on the scene Me and chip in the vette looking hella clean From the fit to my whip this my newest 'zine New swagger, hoes hit radder Living life backwards, grew up kinda faster My homie was a bastard, my girl was a track star My nigga was a gangsta, why you trying to act hard? My life anita baker, caught up in the rapture But tonight i'll let it go, girl, i'm popping patron Getting dough on the low, don't let nobody know If they hating on us, you wouldn't know If it don't feel right, i wouldn't go Baby girl, i'm at the crib, you could come through You know that i'mma run through Give your ass a run through, you can't let it go now Tell me what you gonna do, i'm doing what i'm supposed to Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know Haters can't afford to be going where we go We on the top floor, just me and these hoes Lipstick on the blunts, her jeans on the floor If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know If a nigga was hating we wouldn't know Shit, nigga, we wouldn't know, nigga