I ain't got shit for a bitch, but some bubblegum Catch me on the road, tryna run it up

You could join the crew if you want you some I can't lie, baby, you a one-on-one

I ain't got shit for a bitch who ain't in her bag

Hit a state, make the pros tryna get it fast Feel like, Keith Sweat, tryna make it last

That shit, they makin' light, let's hit a state tonight

Yeah, got her a flight to the Houston all the way from Phoenix I already know the route, she tryna take the scenic

I ain't like your last ****, pockets barely breathin' The way I up them racks so fast on her, she could barely believe it

Now that bitch wanna eat me, tell the bitch keep dreaming I'm just tryna get busy, tryna go city to city

Broke hoes and broke ****, I don't show no pity But if you into hittin' states and cashing slips, get with me

She was fakin' in that water, drown like Bobbi Kristie Me and my bitch go cash a check, get baked like Bobby Whitney

I hit a state and shake and bake, I feel like Ricky Bobby He said he stressin' bout his cut, boy, forget about it

I'm never stressin' bout a slut, I let my **** pop it I'm never stuntin' conversation , let's end with profit

I'm in a mansion in the hills, you somewhere in the projects Treat the road like a show, and let my **** rock it

Girl, I ain't got shit for a bitch, but some bubblegum Catch me on the road, tryna run it up

You could join the crew if you want you some I can't lie, baby, you a one-on-one

I ain't got shit for a bitch, you ain't in her bag Hit a state, make the pros tryna get it fast

Feel like Keith Sweat tryna make it last That shit ain't makin' light, let's hit a state tonight