Guy Records from Closet while Buddy Fuck Call Girl in Crab

I got a Callaway hat and I wear it for real I got a CD out and you know the problem

I gotta sell 'em, I can't no rob 'em I don't eat people up for a living

I sell them my CD and they be all giving me my money

I'm like, "Thank you, baby" Like, "You're welcome"

I be like, "I'm looking out" They be like, "Don't trip"