If you know anything about a Brooklyn chick, you don't give nothing unless they rich
And since I'm the original Don Gargano, rap strips to sobriquets, I'm like a playboy bunny
A lot of hoes move like a six-pace spray, I'm proud to shoot the soap
Imagine me, let somebody like you run up in the ass with nothing to stash
I don't give a fuck, give me something to crash, like a 600 Benz or drop-top jazz
Me and my girls on trips to Trinidad, spend a little dough in the Gucci store
Pop a little criss, a little bottle of moldy, let her see a chick when I'm mobbing on poles
Just a little hint, I like my wrist froze