I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone.

She make me beg for it until she give it up

Me and success are two things you don't wanna find yo ass between. Back against the wall like plasma screens.

But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her.

They keep telling me don't save you. If I ignore all that advice and something isn't right then who will I complain to?

Hoes want attention, women want respect.

Came up that's all me, stayed true that's all me, no help that's all me, all me for real