Lyrics:

Anegl:child come on
Trina:i know he aint coming over here?
Angel:come on let's go over there ray ready
Trina:i know but child look at him look.
Trina:look at hi shoes girl
Angel:let's go over there
Trina:i hope he don't come over here he is so tired honey
Angel:he is real tired
Trina:i don't think so!
Angel:what the fuck is that on his grill
Trina:he is definitely a fashion statement honey
Angel:what the fuck is that on his grill
Trina:i don't know but it's shonuff blinding me.i know he better not come over
Here
Man:yo baby whats up can i buy you a drink?
Trina:yeah what ever
Angel:you shouldn't have told him yeah now he gonna think he all that
Trina:oh shit!here he come
Man:here you go baby.you got the finest glass off champagene j.rogie i've been
Watching you all night.hold on let me sit right here
Angel:we did not invite yo ass to sit down
Trina:see that's why you can't be nice to niggas in da club now.
Man:what you mean baby?
Trina:first of all i'm not your baby (angel:ok)so get your tired cell rag
Iceberg wearing foggy diamond cheap champagene buying ass out my face.
Nigga you must be don't know who the fuck i am hold on angel buy dis nigga a
Bottle of cris
Angel:ok!broke scrub ass nigga
Man:gimme back my drink then bitch!
Trina:we gonna show you how to ball playboy