money gone to my head

a lime to a lemon

my new orleans woman

ain't coming if she don't find nobody to watch her children

and if she do

then we will do what grown folks do until we done

but if she can't find a babysitter then i ain't tripping

i'll just get another bitch to come

curren$y the hot spitter

heavy dope

fucking the same bitches who wasn't feeling a nigga a couple years ago

shitting on 'em

oh yeah

you feel me now

so what?

you wanna come through

spark a few and get tore up?

put that dick on you that'll make you curl your toes up

you like to hear me talk nasty

huh?

listening to young money cds while you're in the car with your boyfriend

thinking about the last time you gave that pussy to me

had you cumming on yourself before i even put it all in

some of them hoes i used to holler at

i don't even pay attention no more

money gone to my head

you used to act bad with that pussy

now i'm acting bad with that dick

i'm killing them hoes softly

not too hard

making 'em sick

pick me up

now i'm jazzy like jeff is

killed the morning

back home by the next shift

hooked up with spitter now my name's on the guest list

dazed up

stay gone off the best shit

caked up

got 'em loving the necklace

she say i stay strapped with more guns than a western

a nigga making money now them hoes wanna sex him

yeah prank calling

pop up texting

but they weren't around when a nigga went to stressing

so it's m.o.b. but shit

i'm a ladies man

she got fresh sheets

but you know i'm staining that

cop the whip black

but you know i'm flaming that

you know the boy gutta

ain't shit changing that

she say 'smile

' and i mug for the camera

high word to your mother

now word to the manner

i got my mind right

focused like a psychic

niggas on that bullshit

i'm trying to live righteous

thinking about her life spin 'round and 'round

it's the same old shit with repetitive style

we could change it up

have the bitches looking strange as fuck

like when a nigga buys a car with the frame of a truck

so we breeze real smooth in the fast lane

your girl got the head crack

addiction to the glass pipe

vision of a flashlight

passed the songs

young hustlers with the ice and the flashy cars

that attract the broads

take a pause

never mind them

a whip like a chick

just something to slide in

i dive right in with my love glove on

i knew you two days

if you love

love on

grips from a steel heart

no i could never be your man

but we still talk

we still talk