[Cadillac Don:]
This For All The Ignorant Wanches Or Silly Baby Mamas And All These (*##$es Walking Around In The Club Holding Each Others Hands (*##$ Ya Mack Blockin Lemme Get To The Bench


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Man $#&@ Dat (*##$
$#&@, $#&@ Dat (*##$

I don't Love Dat (*##$
I don't Trust Dat (*##$
U Can $#&@ My (*##$ Lemme $#&@ Yo (*##$

I don't Love Dat (*##$ I don't Trust Dat (*##$
Man $#&@ Dat (*##$
$#&@, $#&@ Dat (*##$

$#&@ Dat (*##$
$#&@, $#&@ Dat (*##$
Man $#&@ Dat (*##$

$#&@, $#&@ Dat (*##$
I don't Love Dat (*##$
I don't Trust Dat (*##$


[Verse 1: J-Money]
Hold Up Baby Ima Tell Ya How I Feel,

U Aint All Dat Yeah it's Time To Keep It Real,
Thought U Was The World We Was Friends Then Lovers
Found Out Later On U Just Like The Others

Smile In Ya Face Tryna Get Me On The Low
Tellin All Ya Friends That Ya Pimpin On Jo
Tryna Pimp A Pimp (*##$ Dats A No No

Game Ova Baby Gotta Find Another Hoe
Better Yet Call Up My ^!$$% Cadillac
I'm All In Her Mouth While He Hit From Da Back

Call Big Fruit We Gone Do The Damn Thang
Hit Young Star Now U Know We Gotta Train (Chu-Chu)
No Hard Feelings Give A $#&@ About A (*##$

Cuz She'll Be The One Get Ya Caught Up In Some %#@!
Dats Why J-Money Aint Trusting Nan (*##$
Mine As Well Gone Let Her $#&@ Da Whole Click

Okay

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[Verse 2: Cadillac Don]
(A Man, Yo Who Is It Man, it's Cadillac Don Man, Alright)

Now Cuz U Walk Around The Club With Ya Nose Pointed In The Air
Knowing That Ya Got Fake Eyes, Nails, And Fake Hair
I Hate To See Some (*##$es Walking Through The Club Holding Hands

Know Yall Hoes Aint Got No Money Need To Be Tryna Find A Man
Always Got Ya Hands Out Asking Me For A Drink
Ima Buy U 10 And Later On Turn U Into A Freak

I Could $#&@ U By Myself But Call My ^!$$%s Also
B/4 Yo $$# So Many Times Gone Think U Was A Top Code
Hit U Slow, Hit U Fast, In Yo Mouth, Make U Gage

Used To Act All That Now We Treatin Yo $$# Like Trash
Do It With No Hands (*##$ In And Out All Day
We Pitched In And Bought A Room But Hitting U In Da Hallway

Dats What U Get (*##$ For Acting So Cold (So Cold)
We Send U Home Drunk #~!!@ Hole Swole (Hole Swole)
U Wake Up Like What The $#&@ Went On

Check Da Internet U Front Page We Dead $$# Wrong
But Man


[Chorus]