Lyrics:

Maximillian Morals, difference in opinion,
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him,
They had platform heels, nose job bills,
And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill.
Supermodels on my 'D', 123,
He said '2 for you, 2 for me'.
Face like a saint, suckig' like a sinner.
Cocaine makes you thinner
Cocaine makes you thinner
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D'
Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news.
Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singing the blues,
Just like gasarama on Avenue B,
He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi.
He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls.
He said 'You gotta have the love in this fucked up world'.
You gotta have the love in this fucked up world.
You gotta have that sweet, sweet love,
That keeps your woman right - ooo bop bop shabba.
You gotta have that love, for the world,
the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha.
Shoo be doo bop bop.
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D
I got supermodels on my 'D'
I got supermodels on my 'D
Can't you see
Can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'
Can't you see
Can't you see now
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'
Can't you see
Can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'
Can't you see
Can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'
Can't you see
Can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'
Can't you see
Can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D'