[ Featuring FMB DZ ]
ITrez on the track
(Cali shit, nigga, this another one)
Another one another one
Tay B 'Nother one, huh
Lil' baby so loyal, I'ma make sure she good
She take care of my business
Drop off bags in the hood
Come back, bring me dinner, suck my dick
Roll my 'Wood lil' bitch, I got pull
Bank account stay on full
She a bully in them sheets
Put your baby right to sleep
Somethin' crazy on her feet
Take a trip to South Beach
She got her own, she don't leech
She's a bitch I wanna keep
Blow the doors off the Jeep
F*ck her 'til her legs weak
Keep it low, we discreet
Only a few places we meet
She cut you off, she said you cheap
Now she wantin' me and me
Your ass wanted beef with me
You will get shot like G or P
Make you say ugh like Master P, you
Will get killed f*ckin' with me, Nigga
Yeah, she keep on runnin' back
To a real nigga
She know, know what it is with me
She know I'm the one that can deal with her
Yeah, jumped on my shit
And rode real ign'ant i'm a mil' ticket
You had somebody in the past
With a lil' nigga? She said I got up all in
Her and it feel different
My daddy been gone seven years
And I'm still winnin'
I probably shed a couple tears
But I'm still a man
You probably hatin' on the low
But you still a fan
Your mans leave a sack around
And you be stealin' grams
Chop your f*ckin' hands off
Bet you won't steal again
Lame niggas do not deserve bad bitches
Just because you got some cash don't
Mean you not a ham, Nigga
Hers soft and yours hard
That's the ass difference
My girl got money, yours don't
That's the cash difference
She got her own Rollie
Ain't no nigga bought her
She got her own hustle, man
Ain't no nigga taught her
My bitch is smarter, them other hoes garbage
My plug numbers retarded, don't give a
F*ck what yours charge you, Nigga
With you, the pussy be dry, me
I make her melt i make the pussy stretch
You just make her stretch
She playin' roles with you
She can't be herself
I'm done with childish hoes
Think I need a MILF
I f*ck her good sober, I don't need a pill
These thousands ain't enough
I think I need a mil'
Half on a baby, want my son
That's just how she feel
But these lil' niggas is my sons, man
Let's keep it real
Yeah, old bitches be on ham shit
Huh, stalkin' my page off
They friend's shit
Heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan shit
But I'll never love you, let my mans hit
Now this bitch actin' a trip
Why did I give her the dick?
Now this bitch actin' a fool
She don't know what to do
She gon' let me f*ck, then run back to you
Huh, she keep runnin' back to you