[Intro]
(Marc Boomin)
[Verse 1: Peezy]
Ho, I'm straight, ain't nothin' else to talk about no more
I done gave you several chances, but now it's time to go
I been on and off the road, busy takin' care of home
And only thing your ass keep talkin' 'bout is other hoes
Is you crazy? A bitch'd love to be in your shoes (Real)
Bought you YSL bags, had you walkin' in Loubs
Took your ass off the bus and had you ridin' in coupes (Foreign)
Told you you could quit dancin' and go back to school
Bitch, you lucky, 'cause all your homegirls wanna fuck me (They do)
They jealous, and they know your nigga gettin' money (They know)
Be real, I told you that them bitches wasn't for you
They smile in your face, behind your back, they tryna hold you
They like, "Girl, this bitch dumb, her nigga doin' this and that"
Fuckin' everybody in the city while she sittin' back
Them the same hoes in my DM tryna get it
Don't listen to 'em, baby, they just hate the way you livin', you hear me?
[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
First things first, we ain't trippin' on a ho
I'm the nigga with the plan, bitch, you know how it go
Give a bitch some dope dick and now she fiendin' for some more
Yeah, you gotta love a bitch, you really gettin' to the dough
Road runnin', she don't trip, she know what's up with me
Last nigga older, but she know we can't fuck with me
I don't work hard, make a bitch choose up to me
Give you this game, bitch, you know you stuck with me
It ain't shit to lace you in all designer shit
Quick to turn a bitch up, show her the finer shit
Skin boring in the city, 'bout to take a trip
Big crib with the pool, go on, take a dip
She got her own bag too, quick to break a slip
She gon' go and get a bag and she with the shit
She don't never question nothin', hand it over quick
You know you gotta love a real go-getter bitch (Ayy)
(Marc Boomin)
[Verse 1: Peezy]
Ho, I'm straight, ain't nothin' else to talk about no more
I done gave you several chances, but now it's time to go
I been on and off the road, busy takin' care of home
And only thing your ass keep talkin' 'bout is other hoes
Is you crazy? A bitch'd love to be in your shoes (Real)
Bought you YSL bags, had you walkin' in Loubs
Took your ass off the bus and had you ridin' in coupes (Foreign)
Told you you could quit dancin' and go back to school
Bitch, you lucky, 'cause all your homegirls wanna fuck me (They do)
They jealous, and they know your nigga gettin' money (They know)
Be real, I told you that them bitches wasn't for you
They smile in your face, behind your back, they tryna hold you
They like, "Girl, this bitch dumb, her nigga doin' this and that"
Fuckin' everybody in the city while she sittin' back
Them the same hoes in my DM tryna get it
Don't listen to 'em, baby, they just hate the way you livin', you hear me?
[Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will]
First things first, we ain't trippin' on a ho
I'm the nigga with the plan, bitch, you know how it go
Give a bitch some dope dick and now she fiendin' for some more
Yeah, you gotta love a bitch, you really gettin' to the dough
Road runnin', she don't trip, she know what's up with me
Last nigga older, but she know we can't fuck with me
I don't work hard, make a bitch choose up to me
Give you this game, bitch, you know you stuck with me
It ain't shit to lace you in all designer shit
Quick to turn a bitch up, show her the finer shit
Skin boring in the city, 'bout to take a trip
Big crib with the pool, go on, take a dip
She got her own bag too, quick to break a slip
She gon' go and get a bag and she with the shit
She don't never question nothin', hand it over quick
You know you gotta love a real go-getter bitch (Ayy)
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