Slipping on the payment
Why don't you pay me lil' bitch?
I don't trust that lil story that you came in here with
How 'bout I lay off of the kid?
How 'bout you lay with the fish?
And tell these other motherfuckers we don't fuck around
Don't play with my shit
Tell them all to suck my dick
And your baby momma, grandma, and your dog ain't shit
Pussy bought himself a blick
But I caught them in the jaw with my palm
Aye, bitch
You can't sneak up on me dog
You too sloppy
Drop the ball when you got anxious
Think she love me 'cause my song
Think they plotting on me dog
I was thinking bout the same ol' thing
They was think more like
Oh, what you thinking bout?
I was thinking that you should be thinking some stick in the mud
Thick as it come keep it a buck
Keep it a what?
Leave it to us, we never run
Deeper the cut, deeper the fun
Who am I playing?
We do some stupid as soon as we see blue
Me and the dude start racing
My suit size changes depending on my mood or the food I'm making
I keep it cool
But start to lose it when the room start shaking
I make it do with every move I'm taking
I came through
Say what you want about the boy
But you know I came through
I do my thing while you complain, you booty
Soon as I say we do that play, we shooting
Do not think we do not think
You're doody
Drop the top off my new thing
Shawty in the back wanna do things
Told her she ain't shit
She wanna prove things
But I don't see nothin' but your mood swings
What it do, what it do, what it do babe?