Married 2 Qua ft. T Woods

I swear I hate the real me, and I can't make this up(I can't make this up)

She want me to give it up, it's still four's in my cup(still four's in my cup)

300 bows on the way, and I can't make this up(can't make this up)

Get em delivered to yo doe, like it's Pizza Hut(here you go)

Say I got it under control, they say I'm drownin' in mudd(I'm drownin' in it, drownin' it)

Gotta have my shit together, kno she ain't gone fw no scrub(nuh-uh, nuh-uh)

This ain't even for the pub, but I just crack'd a dub(crackin)

I let them birds take a bath, I clean em up in my tub(brrrd)

We ain't gotta talk bout what I do, I do that shit off the luv(it's luv)

If you saw the way I move, you know why it's, In Mook we trust(okay)

JT got up wit Jigga Man, now we around this bitch bussin(bussin)