Who Need a B Bun B (Ft. Juvenile & Too $hort)

[Intro: Too $hort]
Biatch! (biatch, biatch)
Biatch! (biatch, biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-b-b-biatch! (biatch)
Bia-bia-bia-biatch! (biatch)

[Verse 1: Bun B]
Say, I'm all about this bread, all about this cheese
Pimpin be handlin up man, I breaks 'em off with the ease
Fuck it, I'm all about this paper, all about these thangs
And in case you can't recognize though, you fuckin with a mack
Silly, I'm all about this chedder, all about the dirt
So don't be surprised if you see me straight gettin it off a ho
Stupid, I'm all about these ducats, all about this scrilla
I got no reservation, 'bout breakin bitches fo' real
Get it, cause Bun Beada bring the heat to the fire
You think pimpin ain't pimpin, you's a motherfuckin liar
Sorry, messiah of the strollin, king of the corner
Junkster, I've been sellin cock since you was playin pop wanna
Little, I'm on a mission for seven figures to fo'
Straight out a bitch mouth, pussy and her asshole
Believe me, as it was told to me, that's how I'm tellin it
So if anybody buyin pussy I'm sellin it - who need a bitch!