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)

Three hunnit 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)