Lyrics
You still a hoochie, even in Emilio Pucci
Tryna play me, like Suzie did Gucci
Want a Chanel purse, bitch I wouldn't get you a Dooney
You ain't even worth pursuing, if this the shit that's included
Credit card payments, car no payments Mortgage payments, I'm only payin' dick, that's it
Ain't the type to trick off trips More like the type to fuck the first night than dip
Used to fuckin' with them simps and shrimps Walk with a limp cause I'm retired pimp
Caught up in the mist
True heartbreaker when I part my lips
Just cause we fucked don't mean its a relationship
Just cause we fuckin' that don't mean that you my bitch
I don't save numbers, who the fuck is this
Switchin' up on a hoe just that quick
I ain't one of them lame niggas you fuckin' with
A player too, thought I told you off the rip
I ain't buyin' none of that expensive shit
Only here to feed and fuck you before I dip
Better hit one of them other niggas, just pay your bills
Cause what you won't do, I got ten bitches that will