picture this lyrics

Ooh-in, yeah
F O X nigga, Made Men, it's official gangsta' shit
Trackmasters, that's right, what you know about this?
B.K., yeah, woo

While you hoes play rich, I'm a made bitch
It's funny, how you bitches forget who the don-ga-gun bitch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate, I still throw on some Sean John shit
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit

Fox to cocky, nigga, know your place
Nigga won't fuck this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this shit, I'm a classy bitch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through Prada and skate through the district

Niggas wanna see me on some real flip shit
Cop my biscuit on some fuck-a-do shit
What? Niggas forgot that I'm a BK bitch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker

Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin' when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed

So fuck what you heard, it's simple and plain
Benzino cock back shit to shock your brain
Can't stop that 'til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of fame

Picture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off

Picture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gon? shop, unless it?s on and pop

Y'all niggas kill me tryin' to bang on wax
Fake gangstas, my shit bang on tracks
And before you know it, dude, I be bangin' your act
You not a real thug, I mean, she told me that

And don't get it twisted 'cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it, I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a bitch?
What? Picture that

Picture this
Who the fuck, niggas think they are?
F O X Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a bitch to burp off while I'm sliding off

Picture that
Who the fuck chicks think they are?
M A D E pulls bitches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gon? shop, unless it?s on and pop