Stop Lying (Skit)

Damn, man, I can't believe them hoes ain't come over here, man
Nigga, I can, you told them hoes the truth
You never tell hoes the truth
Need to quit callin' them hoes
Man, check the caller ID and see who this is
Oh, that-that's the rich girls, man
Oh, them Buckhead girls?
Yeah, yeah
Second chance, second cheers
Now give me the phone and let me show you how to do this shit
Deep voice, deep voice, deep voice
What up?
Ooh, why you talkin' like that?
Man, fuck all that, y'all comin' through?
Yeah, we might I saw you blingin' last night
Yeah, thirty karats, paid for
Ayy, ayy, nigga, you wearin' my motherfuckin' chain again?
Ah, that's the bodyguard, nigga, he trippin'
Nigga, I'ma whoop your motherfuckin' ass, nigga
Ah, bodyguard trippin'
Get off the phone, nigga
Y'all coming through though?
I don't know, I don't be feeling like drivin'
Oh shorty, I got you, the new Benz truck
Only the grown men with some bull-
Ayy, ayy, you take that rental car back?
Shut the fuck
Man, we need to take that shit back, for real
Shut the fuck up
Look, anyway, look, baby, are y'all comin' through or what
Man, I don't know, who all live there?
Bitch, this my house
Mama, mama I'm on the phone, mama, mama, mama
Hello? Who on the phone? Get off the damn phone
And clean your damn room
Tell him to stop wearing my damn chain, mama
And stop wearing your brother's chain
Who the hell car in my driveway?
Oh hell no