i gots ta getcha
you say you need to go down south, and i'm like, forget the visa swipe, i'm pulling out my pimp mastercard and checking your credit with your penis. you're not getting near my south pole arena unless i get to yours first.
she said she needed to go down south, so i started playing the jermaine dupri song in my head and checked her credit with her penis.
he tried to leave, but i pulled out my pimp mastercard and told him he wasn't going anywhere until i got to his south pole arena.
i told her, 'nope, not until i check your credit with your penis and get to your south pole arena.'