Lyrics:

I got a lot of potnahs like that that's confused
Y'know the kind that uh, that...
Intimidated by women who make more money than them
That's right man~! I got a potnah
Who DON'T want a woman make more money than him; he talk about
'Man I don't want no woman make more money than me!
Hell you got a woman make more money than you
She start tellin you what to do! Do this, do that
All the God damn time, do this man
Like Oprah Winfrey, I wouldn't fuck with the fat bitch
Hell naw, cause she got fo' hundred million dollars
She be tellin you what to do'
I'm goin wait a minute, homey stupid!
Now last year you made, FO' THOUSAND DOLLARS totally
And yo' woman make fo' hundred million
If I had that kind of deal, she wouldn't have to tell me what to do!
I'll be doin that shit fo' she even ask!
She'll be talkin 'bout 'Eh-heh! How you know I wanted my feet massage?'
I got you boo, you my boo
'Alright, alright, arr-arr-alright, alright, well well
Well she make more money than you, okay
But they a bitch! Cain't stand no bitch, no I cain't stand me
Oh hell nah I want no shit talkin bitch!'
That's what I WANT, man
I want me a hoodrat, run down the street
Barefooted, card-carryin
Do the Ali shuffle, oxtails
White beans and rice eatin bitch!
Cause one thing about a woman like that man
She always got your back