Ms. Washington,
I gotta ask just why you feel the need to cut my supply?
I'm flattered you feel I'm such a hardworking guy, but,
I can assure you I ain't got the job
That you think
I'm driving off to
For something like 8
Hours out of everyday - it ain't true
And that is no lie
I'm wondering how you could even think that way
The flat-screen that got delivered, it isn't mine
And as far as leaving in the morning dressed to the nines?
I really feel that's some hullabaloo and I don't wanna discuss
Minutia that you're trying to pursue
(Uh huh, uh huh)
I'm flummoxed, Ms. W
I was contemplating whether or not I would trouble ya
But the fact that you would even consider to cut up my
Card like that, bitch, you're aiming at my jugular!

Oh, Ms. Washington
Don't terminate my funds
I'm having too much fun
That time won't ever come
Gotta get my nails done - gotta get my coke and rum
It's not my problem
That you can't see the truth

If the imperial, national, capital wanna claim me
Well then Ms. Washington gotta pay me
Gimme money so my girl don't gotta strip like copper thieves
All she wanna do is confess to shopping sprees
Knock some knees, brush the shoulders of the highest villains
Sip Pinot Grigio with penicillin, talk philosophy
Socrates and Sappho
Just enough money left to dress up and press out her afro
Cash flow run longer than the Euphrates
Been benefiting since the mid 80s
You see her daddy was a stone roller, neighborhood bone donor
Knocked her mama up and the mama got lazy
And the baby grew up on state assistance, health care,
Welfare, food-stamps that's all she know
And for us to cuddle up then I had to double up
So I applied to and my money's hardly low
I really ain't kill nobody
Ain't no crime
But if I get denied one more time
I'm afraid she'll leave
And use the same card that she get over to live
To get over the bridge
Yeah

Ms. Washington why don't you understand?
I said, uh,
Ms. Washington, why don't you understand what I'm doin'?