Navigation Pimpin Curren$y

[Intro]
You got a bad bitch
You better hide her
If she grin
The. I got her
Yea

[Verse 1]
Fasheazy my neazy get these girls so easy
Can't leave Spitta alone
These chicks need me
Know I sound best over beats that's breezy
Know I got a swag that belongs on the TV
And the Champagne and THC
Got your bitch in my crib turned on like my ADT alarm when I'm gone I am known
For runnin up in other nigga's bitches
If you look through my phone you'll find a couple of familiar naked pictures
I promise ain't a oil spill slicker
You waitin on your girl to come home
You might as well have a snicker
She kickin it with me and you at home on the couch with the kids
Playin Nintendo Wii
And in less then a week
She can't get me on a phone
Cause I done changed numbers like
Kobe on the forum
On to the next broad fine as a horse and fly
I guess you could call her a unicorn
Not a hootie you belong
Why ain't you on his arm?
I told her I been plotting on her all night long
She grin, I'm in, I'm gone, again, yea