young mula
baby!
ha ha
you thought it was over?
i wasn't born last night
i know these hoes ain't right
but you was blowing up her phone last night
but she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night
oh
nigga
that's that nerve
why give a bitch your heart
when she rather have a purse?
why give a bitch your inch
when she rather have nine?
you know how the game goes
she be mine by half time
i'm the shit
oh
nigga
that's that nerve
you all about her
and she all about hers
birdman junior in this bitch
no flamingos
and i done did everything but trust these hoes
when a rich nigga want you
and your nigga can't do nothing for ya
these hoes ain't loyal
these hoes ain't loyal
yeah
yeah
let me see
just got rich
took a broke nigga's bitch
i can make a broke bitch rich
but i don't fuck with broke bitches
got a white girl with some fake titties
i took her to the bay with me
eyes closed smoking marijuana
rolling up that bob marley
i'm a rasta
she wanna do drugs
smoke weed
get drunk
she wanna see a nigga trap
she wanna fuck all the rappers
black girl with a big booty
if she a bad bitch
let's get to it
we up in this club
bring me the bottles
i know
girl
that you came in this bitch with your man
that's a no-no
girl
all this money in the air
i wanna see you dance
uh
rich young nigga
name got bigger and my change got bigger
so my chains got bigger
ferrari
jaguar
switching four lanes
with the top down screaming out
money ain't a thing!"