Testo: Ultramagnetic MC's. Dolly and the Rat Trap.

Yo, I met this fine motherfuckin' bitch last night man
Pussy taste like strawberries man
I was up in the crib chillin' and spendin' much cash

Yo, I hear you man
Them big shot bitches be perpetrating
And you still be taking a loss
Look at Donald Trump

I know a bitch named Dolly, she live uptown
She got a fly new Benz, kid of Asian brown
Every night she would front and try to flex on the X
For no reason, with that diamond and stud shit

With two other girls, on that glamor and big shit
Walkin' around, at Apollo and Bentley
Sportin' the weave like the Queen of the Centuries
Lookin' for Buster, Holyfield and Tyson

Jordan and Sugar Ray, a cake with icing
Dolly walked in, with a tiger-striped mink coat
Her friend had on some shit, I think it was billy goat
Tryin' to play all and many boogie down brothers out

Regular b-boys, the crew and others out
Steppin' to bar, the first order was champagne
Dolly had a fat ass with Tina and Charmane
Lookin' for tank four on E with no gain

The Benz was outside, parked with no gas
Bitches inside, frontin' hard in first class
Tryin to play the X, like fucked up TV
Lookin' for green to get to Washington D.C.

You give him his car back, money and coat back
Shoes and hat back, the credit you're known for
Hoein' out of state with the big drug dealers
From East to West and only cash money stealer

Charlie got much shit, them bitches are eatin' well
You say to yourself, I'm Al Capone, so what the hell
Damn, I jerked three hundred G's
I coulda put out a group with ten or twenty MC's

And made megabucks but you never did realize
Dolly was shifty with her lips and chinky eyes
Never had a dime but know how to get one
Jerk one take one out for a long ride

With Tina and Charmagne, bums on E side
Lookin' for BM's, Cherokees and Jaguars
Benzes and Audis for the brothers with Jettas
Watch yourself and step away from the rat trap