Steppin' in Hotta

[Beyoncé:] (Chorus:) Baby boy you stay on my mind Fulfill my fantasies I think about you all the time I see you in my dreams Baby boy not a day goes by By, by, by, by [Lloyd Banks:] G-unit! Banks You selling half you soul with the kid and fuck Walk around with my robe in the crib but You gotta be able to hold on your lid and tuck About anything that the both of us did and such, we both grown When I create enough gossiping on my own time The OG's thinking they hopping on a gold mine I need you close to me Is it a sign of it what this feelings suppose to be That's constantly approaching me And honestly we both can see That ain't all about pussy cause I got bitches that'll fly across the coast for me Banks is a mack, he's something like a pimp Got the style, got the smile, got the look, got the limp Only my wifey getting lobster and shrimp And I ain't got one so there's another one playing shotgun I need a chick that I'l take the heat when the cops come I get ya out later on it won't be long [Chorus]