Lyrics:

[Chorus:] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon stress you, but ima let you know Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em Girl you be killin em You be killin em [Verse 1:] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louis Vuitton shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring 4 figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Yeah I know that's what they all says She gotta donkey with a Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution [Chorus] Had to let you know All the ladies (to all the ladies) I'd like to congratulate you Congratulations And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes You still killin em hoes