Lyrics:

Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is I don't wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I'm sorry My sneakers cost nine hundred dollars and they made by Maury My shit's ridiculous, got gold in my toilet stool And bitches wanna swear theres diamonds in my swimmin pool, 'He's so cool!' When the girls see me, they all drool, Because they know that I'm the one thats breaking all the rules My mink coat's so long, you can mistake it for carpet You got purple kush up in that blunt, homie? Just spark it If twenty-six's aint on your truck, you should just park it Because you're out there like that department store, Target I bought the Beatles catelogue back from Michael Jackson Then called his ass a child-molester right before I slapped him Then sold the shit to Paul Micartney, then I double-taxed him The chrome Desert Eagle convinced him - and relaxed him Christina Aguilera came over, did me dirty I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay z's birdy I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi Then get your ass in this hot tub with me and Lisa Marie Presley Boss up Don't get me crossed up We like to drink the sauce up Toss money at the bar and floss up Boss up Y'all know who's the nicest I'm from Detroit, player I don't care what the price is I walk on rose petals, my feet never touch the ground Got two bitches - one to wipe me up, one to wipe me down I sleep with three women all night, it's like a hardcore porn They got me shakin in my bed