 I don't want to see me. It's a pistol in my skirt, bitch. I'll never belong to you forever. I'm too clever. Hoes lovers to my love, and I can't give you more for less. When we mention, I ain't talking kicks. I'm talking about a check. I can't boss these niggas up no more. I'm pressure on they necks. I ain't trying to live in vain, and I ain't trying to die in debt, bitch. Like the apple, thank you for the bag. No, sonny.