Valentines Day BlueBucksClan

[Intro]
(Baby E made this beat)

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Valentine's Day, my bitch mad I ain't text her (I ain't text her)
Finna turn this cream to a Dr. Pepper (To a Dr. Pepper)
Lady in Celine always saying I'm being extra (Yeah, you extra)
I got bad hoes laying around my house like a shelter (Like a shelter)
I like bitches that like fucking bitches, yeah this shit better (Yeah, this better)

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
I like bitches, so I get they nails done and they lashes (And they lashes)
YSL, Celine, Prada, and Dior, she can grab it (She can grab it)
These some thousand dollar jeans for the texture (For the texture)
Yeah, I finally hit his bitch, she got me mad, nothing special (Nothing special)
With these hoes, I get to pick like interceptions (Yeah)
Bitches begging me to fuck 'em, I ain't even showin' effort (Showin' effort)
Gucci scarf wrapped around my head like I'm a terrorist (I'm a terrorist)
My bitch said we need to talk, I told her, "I ain't trying to hear it"(I ain't trying to hear it)
She a bitch I'm fucking on, but she a bitch you really cherish (You really cherish)
Fake Rollies, fake Cubans, why the fuck you even wear it? (You even wear it)

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Hit a button, curtains moving, why the fuck is niggas staring?(Niggas starring)
Flick me up, fade booming, where the fuck is all the cameras? (All the camers)
Don't even start, you be doomed, in the club with all these hammers (All these hammers)
Only niggas in this room throwing money on the dancers (Throwing money on the dancers)