 I got the plug and they know what I need I stay underneath so we hardly see Yeah, home in New York, countin' shmoney Yeah, ain't a stuntman but I'm stunnin' Yeah, one of these boys wanna love me Yeah, not wifey, then no lovey-dovey Yeah, yeah, whoo, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go Tell her ex ain't on her jeans I know she's fuckin' with others Yeah, yeah, I was flexin', we comin' to eat racks And I came with some piranhas, yeah