Letras
Ah, ah, Mr. one hunnid
Chillin' smokin' in my car, thinkin' why my bitch trippin
Why she never won't listen, why she always goin' missin
I always play my position, you sober, I keep you lifted
I come through, I give you gifts, and all I wanted was some kisses
Gotta hold me down, I be up in the trenches
Not to mention that these niggas never liked me
So yeah, they probably against me, I be ridin' round gettin' it
Like it's a GTA mission, I ain't got no fuckin' patience
Got no money, get no entry, I got big knots in my pocket
Got bad bitches in my mentions, but they beggin' for some money
Man, them hoes ain't got a penny, I might blow this shit at Bennys
Could've saved and went to Wendy's, before I trick off on a bitch
Shit, I'd rather go in speed
If I do, she better suck it, sloppy hoe, don't get to trippin
When I leave, she probably miss me, if I'm down, they probably diss me
I know hoes be suckin' way too many things, so you can't kiss me
Used you for your money, now they broke, they lookin' pissy
I know one hoe right now, if she get down, she suckin' glizzy
I just made a play, I'm straight, I might just take your bitch to Memphis
Wake up, slide out to Atlanta, then come back and watch the grizzlies
If she broke, I might not hit it, if it's bout paper, I'm gon' go get it
If you ever did me some, I make you wish you never did it
You can look me in my eyes and see I want it, that's my city
My bitch bad, she look like I bought her some titties, I probably did it
My bitch bad, she look like I bought her some titties, I probably did it