Hey Jeff, you bought a f*ckin' show I don't want anybody in the store
My stock ain't rarer and sweeter than yours In a right crease in New York
My fault, I don't like shoppin' in stores And I turn all my hoes to vikings
I like to send them up north And I take all my hoes
To War And I never end up like myself
Boy, you know who you are And I never ran on them
Nigga, we came too far Niggas be bitches
They gon' have high school fame And I'm just a one-on-one
And I'm just a one-on-one
And I'm just a one-on-one And I'm just a one-on-one