Popular Thug (feat. Nas)

Ladies love what I been through, blood on my Tim boots

Snub noses, club closes, down when my men shoot

But she can't stand, I'm sharin' everything with the fam

That means them too, flat screen, Benz Coupe

Plus I entertain bosses

At my Spanish style, Lagerfeld furnished up fortress

But look at "Ms. Thang" in Alexander McQueens

Giuseppe Zanottis, the sexiest bodies

And I bet ya she probably heard how I love 'em and leave 'em

But she still wanna suck 'em and eat 'em

'Cause I'm a poet, a preacher, and a pimp with words

A thief who stole her heart, a prince she deserves

I should have known, by the way that you stared

Eyeing passers by like your rich but life ain't fair, but ya

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I take, I don't ask for nothing

You fake, I look past ya frontin', for cash I'm a glutton

I'm a bad influence yo, have ya marriage ruined

By hangin' with me you get ass from some new chicks

My life's affluent, cash and music

Honies I hit, hear my songs and get mad and lose it

'Cause I'm a sexed crazed bastard

I lace Kelis with a cushion cut engagement ring, we done, that's it

I should have seen in the way you touched my hand

Shufflin' your car keys, yet sounded like a gentleman, but ya

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I don't mean mug or ice grill 'cause I don't have to

My eyebrows shaped like a half moon and I don't raise 'em

The kid you can't budge him or phase him

My money's amazing, honies Black, Puerto Rican, and Asian

What a made look, me and you, the king is hooked

Got you the Cayenne green Porsche to push

They off the hook, givin' haters nightmares walkin'

You smothered by a popular gangsta, perfect boyfriend

I should have heard it in the way you said my name

While I analyzed your tone, you were formulating games, but ya

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

I would have never talked to you

If I had known you was a popular thug

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)

Hey, popular thug (Ya damn right)