Lyrics:

Come on g-, I was just playin wit' you
Come on, you would not believe it
Come on, what's goin' down right now
Come on, come on, come on
You would not believe it
Come on, check it, what's about to go down right now
Come on, come on, come on
Guess who's back, it's your favorite man
Thomas Crown, aka, fuck it, Timbaland
I keep 'em 12 deep in the promotion van
Mamis bett' not speak unless I say they can
Hon, what you know about this guy?
I been hittin' girls back since Cooley High
Prove me right, what y'all girls doin' tonight?
Bump a bed, let's hump right on this flight
Hump on a flight? Nigga you 'fraid of heights
Missy J have you whinin' by the end of the night
Try and try and have 'em sick when I board the jet
Dough from bets, fuck around and sawed their neck
Ya heard me black? Squeaky ass Cadillac
I owe you one, you fuck around and owe me back
Got Franklin on the mind, shit I ain't gon' front
I'm a number one sinner, what, what what what?
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you, and I
I be a penicillin, keepin' my jimmy chillin'
What more can I say? Top billin'
Niggas got the feelin' I'm wack and I fell off
Said bird is the word, is Charmin and Mag soft?
Don't y'all see, I ain't new to this game
Got hoes in each town wanna screw me for fame
But I get 'em for they cash, smokin' up on they hash
Treat 'em like garbage, leavin' 'em in the trash
Mag, I reckon you right but it's my fuckin' night
X-5 Beam truck high as a kite
Pottery white, Missy J, powerful bite
Pimp niggas make they asses ride the back of my bike
Pay for nothin', want for nada, I ain't bluffin'
See me in the back of the club steadily puffin'
Any time you will buy me this and that
Meanwhile, motherfucker better holla back
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you, and I
Uh, come on ma, I seen you starin' when I hit the door
You ain't gotta front boo, I know that shit ain't yours
I'm like B.I.G. out the Maximas and Acuras
Trust me sweets, butt cheeks I be smackin' up
And that shit's fo' sho'
What I really wanna say is get your coat, let's go
You seen the whips outside, the fly one's mine
I'm with Tim and Mag, don't lie, take your time
Lie for what? Never been that type of chick
Rubber band around the wrist be the type to grip
And flip the script, send your ass home all limp
Motherfucker you ain't know? I'm a female pimp
King Kool trips, ridin' all the latest whips
With a Corona in the holder, I'm the latest bitch
Yup, you can call me the greatest wench
Yup, linked up with the greatest clique
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you, and I
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you
Life is what you make it
I got plenty big faces
To spend on you, and I