Lyrics
Heard you got a man, but he ain't doin' shit
He look like a bitch, I could probably take ya chick
Heard you got a man, but he ain't makin' shit
He ain't hit no lick, got her fiendin' for the dick
Turned into a fiend when she met the QC team
I'm just tryna live my dream, stack my money get this cream
He ain't shit, he ain't shit, He ain't nothin' but a bitch
Yeah, I know you got a man Why you beggin' me for dick
What a good day to make some fuckin' bread
Goin' through it, hit up Addie for the meds
Wanna cut her off, but I love the head
Five hundred on exotic, what I spend
If I take you out the country, is you gon' be wildin' out
We ain't got too many days, so we finna make it count
Roll the runts, till it's stuffed
I'm the plug, he the plug
Need a plug, he the plug, too
Never get confused
You was a ten, now you with him
Now you just a four
I had a 64 in English, fuck a metaphor
I never been to New Orleans, but I get Megadome
And I just copped some exotic, Hulk Hogan strong
Heard you got a man, but he ain't makin' shit
Heard you got a man, but he ain't makin' shit
He ain't makin' shit, he ain't makin' shit
I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp, can't you see all of my hoes
Walk with a limb, cause I'm thick, it can't fit your petty holes
This that Kid Apollo, bitch, I know you know the name
Shawty throwin' all this ass, but she think I'ma make it rain
Nah, I'm broke I just line him up and watch him fall like dominoes
Shawty says she love me, now I'm sayin adios
Bitch, give me the whole tab, I'm not tryna microdose
Lost my mind a long time ago, I'm tryna get it back
Every time I'm feelin' good, man, I'm feelin kinda sad
But I can't focus on that, man, I'm focused on my cash
Heard you got a man, but he ain't doin' shit
He look like a bitch, I could probably take a chick
Heard you got a man, but he ain't makin' shit
He ain't hit no lick, got a fiendin' for the dick
Turned her to a fiend when she met the QC team
I'm just tryna live my dream, stack my money, get this cream
He ain't shit, he ain't shit, he ain't nothin' but a bitch
Yeah, I know you got a man, why you beggin' me for dick
Good, man, I'm feelin' kinda sad
But I can't focus on that, man, I'm focused on my cash
Pass your bitch like I'm Steve Nash, man
I'm ballin' like I'm Jazz
But I'm no babysitter, heard that, she a spitter
Heard that you a quitter, why you gettin' with her
Like, why you say that? Why you say that
Why you actin' like you drivin' in a Maybach?
I just like to state facts, like to state facts
Said you got a man, I'm just sayin' where he at