Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, ***'s sake If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape Worried 'bout if my butt fake Worry 'bout ya'll niggas, us straight These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a *** if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a up-date Hut hut one, hut hut two, big titties, big butt too *** with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is Dez hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I *** with', mad bitches we don't *** with' I don't *** with' them chickens unless they last name is cut let Let it soak in like seasoning And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson