Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone

Could it be that me and he
Are tighter than J-Lo in her jeans?
And could it be that me and he
Are tighter than R. Kelly in his teens?

You're fucking with my man
And you text him all the time
You mighta had him once
But I got him all the time

Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone
You fuck my man and wreck my home
I'll get my bro to rob your phone

U.R.A.Q.T
Is your dad a dealer?
'Cos you're dope to me
You throw them balls across the country
You win gold medals when you're with me

Right then it's on

He ain't no board for scrabble
You don't get points for doubles
Menage trois lalalalala
I'll bill you for your droudles
You done lost your marble
Like a ball I'll make you dribble
You're the shrapnels in the rubble
I'm a raging bull a rebel

It's all about the low-blow brown girl
The no blood no love hot girl
The jnkn jnkn jumpin off the decks girl
The jnkn jnkn jumpin off the rocks girl

U.R.A.Q.T
Is your dad a dealer?
'Cos you're dope to me
You throw them balls across the country
You win gold medals when you're with me

Right then it's on