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]