All the guys would say she's mighty fine
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
Yeah, now dig this, even though
You'd need a golden calculator to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize that (ChorusI know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like booYeah, roses really smell like boo
(Verse Two Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch"
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club
Trying to hurry up to get to some
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror
Baller or singer or somebody like that
And crash, crash, crash. into a ditch! (Just Playing!)
She needs a golden calculator to divide
The time it took to look inside and realize that
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! (Verse Three)
Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said "Would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep, a rentNow go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom
Better come back down to Mars
I wanna see ya support bra not support you!
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way. no way. no way
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Crazy bitch
Bitch, stupid ass bitch
A bitch's bitch, just a bitchOld punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch.
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