| Ayo I’ve been around the world and back
|
| Had me all kind of chicks
|
| Me settle down? |
| Nah I wasn’t the one to wife a bitch
|
| You came along and started talkin' all this different shit
|
| Had me waited a minute befo' you let me start hittin' it
|
| Where you took it slow, on the low I wasn’t diggin' it
|
| Wasn’t my mo' I let you rock for a lil bit
|
| Tried to play that good girl, now I’m catchin' winner things
|
| How you smut around and fuckin' niggas for all kinds of things
|
| How you strippin' by the bings, trust me boo it’s not a thing
|
| Coulda told me from the jump, you ain’t gotta lie to me
|
| By the way ya girl is eyeing me, watchu mean «Chill»?
|
| Grab a wet wipe from ya bag boo, the bee spill
|
| Word, now that we got an understanding
|
| We could cut out all the raving and ranting
|
| What? |
| No more dinner, no more movies
|
| When you see me, you just do me
|
| And we go on our separate ways and bounce like you neva knew me
|
| Some people starvin', some people not eatin' right
|
| You eat everyday and still say that I don’t treat you right
|
| Ey' you ate earlier today and you gon' eat tonight
|
| And you lay on thousand dollars shoes when you sleep at night
|
| Gucci this, Prada that, I keep you lookin' decent, right?
|
| I put you on private jets; |
| you don’t take the cheapest flights
|
| You must like beefin' cuz you don’t speak to people right
|
| That’s the reason you and ya girlfriends stop speakin' right
|
| And you accused me of cheatin' every freakin' night
|
| And that’s what I don’t freakin' like
|
| I know I’m the freaky type, but I don’t creep around
|
| I can let a chick eat the pipe and eat you out while I’m fuckin' her
|
| So you can keep it tight, psych!
|
| But yo, you can keep a secret right?
|
| You might get mad and shit, but ya girlfriend bad and shit
|
| She pretty wit ass and tits, so I had to hit
|
| But don’t get mad; |
| just let my man have the kid, BITCH!!! |