Deadbeat Juicy J (Ft. La Chat)

[Intro: La Chat]
Nigga, I'm tryna see
How the fuck you talkin' 'bout leaving me
Ain't no motherfucker leaving me
Ain't no motherfucker replacing me
You got me fucked up
You must don't know how I'm coming
You must don't know who I'm coming with
Better take your ass home, trick-ass, deadbeat-ass boy (Huh?)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Bitch, who the fuck you callin' a deadbeat?
Breakin' up, makin' up every week
I'm the one that put you in Giuseppes
Without me, you'd be walking bare feet
Put rings on your finger, bitch, bling-bling
Ball like you playing for the Dream Team
Tried to show you all of the finer things
Now you in the mall tryna cause a scene
Last week, I had to go and find my ho
Pulled over, had to kick her out of the Rolls
Dramatic-ass bitch, what you cryin' for?
Here's a tissue, go and wipe your nose
Shorty thought she was irreplaceable
Had to go and hit her the fadeaway
Same old shit, just a different day
With a different chick in a different place
And I can't complain, it's a hell of a life
She a lucky-ass bitch if I fuck with her twice
No love 'cause a nigga heart cold as ice
Let her blow me like a bitch, 'bout to roll some dice
Now it's 7AM and I'm on a flight
She hit the white, now she on a flight
All she ever wanna do is fuck and fight
Went and bought her a bag, now she actin' right