Lyrics
Hell nah, the bitch ain't nothin'
I had my kids up in her mouth and that's the bitch you cuffin', damn
Hell yeah, leave that bitch on Read
She wanna fight and fuck the next hour, damn, this hoe a sped
Fuck these bitches, boy, don't let her get your dot, these hoes suspicious
Fuck these hoes, you can't benefit me, you can't help me push this low
Got a freaky bitch, she gon' give me sloppy, Amber Cole
I don't like bald-headed bitches, but I still might fuck on Amber Rose
You a fan, tryna put me on your live, bitch you tried
Lil bitch think she did somethin' to me, I'ma go buy me a new ride
She was never yours, she was damn sure never mine
I'm on a Perc', this lil bitch takin' too long, tell her, "Never mind"
Pay attention to the signs, lil ****, don't let her cross the line, lil ****
Hit the lil bitch for so long, she say, "Your timin' different"
Bitch be broke as hell, your purse is filled with nothin' but lip gloss
Pockets fat as hell, these bitches sittin' on that boy Rick Ross
Rockin' Dior and Chanel, this your car note and your rent cost
Got some **** on the 6, they interceptin', don't get picked off
Baby, these not Converses, these Rick Owens
Nine times out of ten, she'll fuck your friend, yeah, the bitch goin'
Yeah, man, fuck a bitch, tell 'em, "Hell nah"
I’ma give your ass advice: you need to get a job
Fuck it, go and buy a brand new whip, and she scratch the car
You can buy a brand new bitch, don't be worried 'bout her
If you really wanna vent, just listen to this shit
Just 'cause the lil bitch fine, don't be tryna risk the shit
You better strap your iron up when you finally hit the bitch
And don't try to be selfish, boy, you better switch the bitch
You better buy her a rose, boy, you better not lick the bitch
Ain't finna fuck on any hoe, you gotta check her history
Yeah, you buy it on the 'Gram, in real life, you a mystery
Yes, I'm straight on that, baby, that shit smell like fish to me
When I make that lil bitch cum the only time she piss on me
She say I make her mad, but you ain't my bitch, why you pissed at me?
You better be glad if you caught her on the sidewalk, 'cause these hoes for the streets
She want a **** with the bag to catch a nut and make her family complete
How the hell you trust her two times and you know that she a thief
You keep lettin' that lil bitch get over, you know that she a leech
You can't be goin' out like that, we men, that shit there for the weak
Only buy her what she want if she give you what you need
And I need peace, bitch, just leave me alone
Yes, I'm talkin' 'bout you, when you hear this in my song
All that childish shit, bitch, you know we grown
I had to change her number, the bitch had blew my phone up
Walk around with a light dub like I did that PP loan stuff
I put the blame on me 'cause you'll never own up, bitch
If I'm down bad, you better pick that phone up
Never chase the bitch, she gon' come back if she love you
Written by: Chris Wilson
