Fuck a bitch this aint a love song i know she tired of hearing that
I talk my shit dont get it twisted I still love you hope you peepin that
Do you believe in that, close yo eyes you still seein that
Im not a hood nigah but I keep a strap
Niggas talkin like they got money but can't show a stack
I dont like to talk cause im way too silent
Im always on go think im way too violent
You aint gettin money if you aint grindin
Never trust a bitch it can get grimey
Hit her from the back make it get slimy
If she get with me fuck it, it can get magical
You play wit me fuck it, it can get tragical
Forever been givin my niggas whatever they asking for
Tell my sons dont be focused on none of these nasty hoes
Be about yo money swear bitches come and go
Stay fresh to death until my casket close
Smokin unlimited gas fo show
Now a days these niggas like bitches they want attention
My palms itchin for money im really just on a mission
Im in her throat she suck it until she got neck pains
What's understood already don't got to be explained
Heard but not seen is how I've been movin lately
I go to work inside the pussy since she a boss she should pay me
Fuck a bitch this aint a love song i know she tired of hearing that
I talk my shit dont get it twisted I still love you hope you peepin that
Do you believe in that, close yo eyes you still seein that