[Verse 1: André 3000]
Caroline, Caroline,
All the guys would say she's mighty fine,
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time,
And the other half either got you cursed out or comin' up short.
Yeah, now dig this, even though,
You'd need a golden calculator to divide,
The time it took to look inside and realize
That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
[Chorus: André 3000]
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank,
But lean a little bit closer,
See that roses really smell like poo-poo-poo.
Yeah, roses really smell like poo-poo-poo.
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Caroline, see she's the reason for the word ‘bitch',
I hope she's speedin' on the way to the club,
Tryna hurry up to get to some baller or singer or somebody like that,
And try to put on her make up in the mirror and crash, crash, crash
Into a ditch.
Just playin'.
She needs a golden calculator to divide,
The time it took to look inside and realize,
That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
Well, she's got the hottest body but her attitude is potty,
When I met her at a party, she was hardly actin naughty.
I said, “Shorty, would you call me?”
She said, “Pardon me, are you ballin'?”
I said, “Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausin'”.
Oh, so you're one them freaks,
Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt.
But game been peeped, droppin' names, she's weak,
Trickin off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek:
A quick way to eat, a neat place sleep,
A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat.
No, go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless,
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with all them lawyers,
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom.
I wanna see your support bra, not support you.
[Chorus]
[André 3000:]
Better come back down to Mars.
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough gets low,
Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way.
[Big Boi:]
Crazy bitch,
Bitch, stupid ass bitch, old punk ass bitch,
Old dumb ass bitch, a bitch's bitch, just a bitch.