[Featuring Puff Daddy]
Intro: Puff Daddy
(why you over there lookin' at me)
(why my girl standin' here)
Hey yo Mase, you know what I don't like
I don't like when, you know, I'm in a club
And I'm with my honey
You got, well you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
Hit you with the ice grill, you know
Hehe, cause you boys ain't with you
Little do they know, your girl roll harder than
Some of yo niggaz
Dig?
Verse One: Mase
Now what the hell is you lookin' for
Can't a young man get money anymore
Let my pants sag down to the floor
Really do it matter as long as I score
Can't my car look better than yours
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to see me without no draws
In a stretch Lex with about ten doors
I was murder
P. Diddy, made me pretty
Did it for the money, now can you get with me
People wanna know who is he, he get busy
Spray so much izzy, girls get dizzy
Niggaz on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got doe
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
In case I am ever chased by Donny Brasco
Chorus
Verse Two: Mase
Yo, I can't get mad cause you lookin' me
Aha, cause on the real, look at me
Yo, it always be the haters that be sittin' in the rear
Dissin' every year, but they better listen here
You cats keepin' it real, you cats is on yo own
Cause bein' broke and alone is something I can't condone
Plus it wont be long till they send me throne
Sit gently, while I'm on the Bentley phone
Why you don't like me
Cause I'm mad fly and icy
And why you can't satisfy yo wify
And if it wasn't for this Bad Boy exposure
CD, TV, really would I know ya
Now me and blink float in the gold Rover
So it's only right you get the cold shoulder
And if you got a girl, don't be real committed
