Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin’ child support for one of his kids His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin’ around lookin’ like Michael with your money Shoulda got that insured, Geico for your money If you ain’t no punk Holla, “We want prenup! We want prenup!” (Yeah!) It’s somethin’ that you need to have ‘Cause when she leave yo’ ass, she gon’ leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn’t his?