My Dear

[Hook: Pooh Bear]

I need the pots and the pans

I cook that dough with one hand

Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em

Bitches hit me then they bleepin'

I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em

I bust and I bust, I got work

Sippin' champagne with two bitches

They know I'm that nigga

Excuse me my dear

These shoes cost a couple of thousand

This watch and this ring on my wrist

This shit cost a couple of thousand

My bag and my shoes and my bling

This shit cost a couple of thousand

This woman I'm [?]

This shit cost a couple of thousand

Excuse me my dear

[Verse 1: Pooh Bear]

9-11, yeah I rollin'

Panamera, got the hoes in it

Balenciagas, niggas strollin'

'Bout to buy it, nigga, no limit

I get to the money, there's no limit

You can get your bitch back when I'm done with her

Got the Rollie and cuban links on the jacket

With the Kickz that's sold in it

This Fendi is holdin' my pants up

That 30 is holdin' my pants down

Nigga, fuck what you heard, I do way better

Black foreign and the seats leather

Nigga black minx and the shades leather

Bad black bitch and her name's Sarah

Talkin' first class, I can fly whenever

Talkin' first class, I can fly whenever

Whippin' that dope in the Bentley

I'm sippin' that lean when it's empty

Rollin' that dope in the backwoods

Keepin' that .30 extendo, I wish you would

Excuse me my dear for the foreign bitches

Phone calls, many mentions

My flow is so stupid, so brazy

You might just mistake me for Marilyn Manson

[Hook: Pooh Bear]

I need the pots and the pans

I cook that dough with one hand

Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em

Bitches hit me then they bleepin'

I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em

I bust and I bust, I got work

Sippin' champagne with two bitches

They know I'm that nigga

Excuse me my dear

These shoes cost a couple of thousand

This watch and this ring on my wrist

This shit cost a couple of thousand

My bag and my shoes and my bling

This shit cost a couple of thousand

This woman I'm [?]

This shit cost a couple of thousand

Excuse me my dear

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Ain't no excuses in here

Kobe numbers, adjustin' in my whip

I make my roof disappear

I buy a newer Sedan

I bought the shoes that I wear

I drop a cheque on my fly

Them bitches check out my fly

We ride in foreigns on land

We takin' jets in the sky

We poppin' bottles on Sunday

We livin' cause we all destined to die

I was just cheffin' the pies

I was just stretchin' the pies

I still be ridin' through the hood

In the drop just to go check out the 5's

Niggas know I bang with the Bentley gang

Reppin' the 5

But don't be silly man

I get illy man, takin' a ride

I got broads in the H

Strap my broads up and wait

Buy new cars with the plates

All my cars in the race, nigga, nigga

[Hook: Pooh Bear]

I need the pots and the pans

I cook that dough with one hand

Fuckin' bitches then I leave 'em

Bitches hit me then they bleepin'

I pull up in foreigns, I hurt 'em

I bust and I bust, I got work

Sippin' champagne with two bitches

They know I'm that nigga

Excuse me my dear

These shoes cost a couple of thousand

This watch and this ring on my wrist

This shit cost a couple of thousand

My bag and my shoes and my bling

This shit cost a couple of thousand

This woman I'm [?]

This shit cost a couple of thousand

Excuse me my dear