never had love

bitch

what you say hoe

i don't love your dog ass bitch

i never had love for a bitch

i'm about my money

even if they murder me

i ain't going nowhere

turn up the volume to the radio

i'll be right there

and i never had love for a nigga

i'm about my money

i'm a million dollar mack

that's how i carry myself

and can't no woman have my heart

cause i'm gon' marry myself

my first diss song that

yeah that use to be me

every sunday morning

and every wednesday night i would be

at crerstmont church of christ

just my daddy and me

but i know he didn't love me

because i was raised by the streets

never took the time to teach me

bout the birds and the bees

don't even know if he was proud of me

for making a's and b's

west fewquay and ridgevan

made me a man

took my first onion rocked it up

and i made me a grand

17 years ago is just like yesterday

i remember it well

young nigga going to school

working hustling

and living on the street

i was going through hell

and iiiiii've got no regrets

but i'm not finished yet

i know i've come along way

but it's so far to go

and since

ain't none of y'all motherfuckers helped z-ro

y'all already know what

they want from me

simply to see me b-r-o-k-e

and d-e-a-d

i can't escape the h-a-t-e

my baby mamas make me wanna just

squeeze the trigger

feeling like the world

don't need me nigga

seem like none of my daughters

hardly see me nigga

i'm sorry baby

you know your daddy crazy

seem like your mama's always

got a problem with ro

i done put up with it long enough

i ain't gon' take it no mo'

if i'm not appreciated

it's time for me to go

i'd rather they file child support

i'ma just send the dough

time is passing by

and i ain't even there to see you grow

life is hard but it's fair

and i promise i'ma be there but uh

i'm laughing at y'all bitch niggaz

like ahh-haaa

mad at me

cause i'm in a bentley when i slide by

louis vuitton

marc jacob

gucci or prada

nobody but me

cuts slices out of my pie

i'm riding dirty

but my ride so clean

like a pamper full of baby shit

and irish spring

bitch

you ain't nothing but a greasy split

paying me money

the only way you can please me bitch

i'm a walking talking ass whipping

i'm the squab father

if it's mo' than one nigga

that's when i squab harder

somebody need to be murdered

i got a job offer

i got that concrete

these other boy's hard softer

my bitch get off the plane

you can get that hard off her

you could get that bottom

and that head bob off her

before i love a bitch

i'm shopping for shoes

and all the bitch bread is mine

but the cock is for you ya trick