Like Them (feat. Tory Lanez & Rick Ross)

Yeah This is dedicated to them Them solid bitches out there, you know Dedicated to the real ones Uh Talk to em homie Yeah I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby (You know what this shit is) Come slide with me baby (Yeah yeah) You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no Nothing like them (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Oh no Shorty's a rider She know I'm a roller Lend me ear baby Just let me hold ya I hustle, I got plenty ambition What's not to love I got her if she need anything Yeah that's my thug Cause she loyal, she all about loyalty Rollie on that wrist, now she lookin like royalty Yeah, we kick back sippin Avion in the glass Plus she got em rolled up, smack that ass, hit the gas As I exhale, she sittin behind me rubbin my back Got me goin out like Pookie or somethin that pussy crack Meanwhile I'm sittin back visualizin them stacks Said, "my nigga just do what you do I got ya back" I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby Come slide with me baby You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them (It's that rich nigga shit) Oh no Maybach Music Fendi heels, my Atlanta bitch out in Windy Hill She too real, left her in the room with like 20 mil When she cared back in Miami when we did the deal In the middle of war, fuck it imma let em live Get this money 'fore they sentence me to a 100 years Fuck her slow might tell her where some of the money hid Fell in love, must be told her she the one I need Only rule, you roll with me that mean you rollin' weed Settle down, 20 thousand to go and get a gown Wear the crown menage trois, its whatever now Chanel shoes, Chanel bag, Chanel dress Call her Chanel, she exhale only the best (I could ride for you baby) Im the biggest, Boss Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby (Maybach Music) Come slide with me baby (My nigga Young) You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them Oh no I feel them other broads be doin too much, let's keep it real And I ain't tryin to hear all that, call Dr. Phil Best believe that I ain't got no time for these lame hoes You know how the game, in the club in her girl clothes Tryin tell me baby that you can't afford your heels Yet you tryin to push up on a nigga worth these mills And she help with the stove, damn right she a chef I ain't playin no games, when she out need a ref When she in the bedroom, shit she get nasty and shit When it's time to hit the streets, she get classy and shit Sendin pictures to my phone, see I'm like what the hell Love ain't always A1, swear to God it never fails I need a I need a bitch like you So I won't fuck with bitches like them I could ride for you baby Fuckin with a nigga like me Know the limit is the sky for you baby Come slide with me baby You nothing like them, no (I need a bitch like you) Like them, no (So I won't fuck with bitches like them) Nothing like them Nothing like them Oh no (Its that shit that you do) (Yeah uh uh) (That's why I don't fuck with bitches like them)