When I get to the top
Moms coming with me
That's a given
Ain't no need for competition
The ones below me
Gone have to holler at the ceiling
Britt ain't never pushing
Unless I'm having children
So you either with me
Or against me
Making these decisions
Just know I'm looking forward
Bread, lettuce, cheese
Is how I finish up that order
Trust me, that beef
Stay deep between these sheets
Never worry bout a man
That becomes my sleep
If you ain't getting none
Time for you to count some sheep
Just cause you got to test drive it
Don't mean you own the front seat