My Spot (feat. Z-Ro)

You know See a lot of you niggas is choosy lovers You wanna be a player in your heart But you can't stand down on no shit like that Check me out, say Crop tops and flip flops, They can't stand it You know that ass look like something from another planet But your bare feet won't touch my square feet Unless you runnin' after money like a track meet Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yes sir This lil' bitch is pressure I won't treat her special Top-notch hoes get the most, plus some extra I'ma break her down if I catch her, stretch her I like her driveway, she gon' do it my way She gon' hit the highway, Sunday to Friday Yeah, that money comin', now them bucks bigger They say that pussy good, but I ain't never touched it, nigga I'm tryna keep it P, you niggas fuck for free She wasn't really by the paper, so she wasn't for me New Bentley pulled it right up off the fuckin' lot I take her anywhere in this world, nigga, but not my spot Yeah, I can see your top notch (top notch) Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear) But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man) So we ain't goin' back to my spot (not my spot) Yeah, I can see your top notch (top notch) I had to pull up in my drop-top (drop-top) We smokin' 'til it's a high vibe (woo) But we ain't goin' back to my spot (my spot) I can think of a whole lot of freaky shit we could do (we could do) Wanna know if you can do the freaky shit she could do (she could do) But instead I'm in here teachin' and I hope I'm reachin' you Now get the fuck up and go get money Ho, I believe in you (get that money, ho) Ain't no gorilla pimpin' here, won't be no beatin' you But if you won't be payin' me, then I will not be feedin' you You will not be layin' me, so I will not be needin' you And before I hit the ho call up my inner What would Jesus do? (Hallelujah) Don't interrupt me if I'm diggin' in the big bank bag Ain't got nothin' to say to your potty if the bitch ain't bad My nigga Bubba Dug came through, I'm smokin' that this ain't trash That shit y'all smokin', yeah, that's cool and all But this ain't that Say somethin' 'bout me, she ain't my bitch if the bitch ain't mad Stop talkin' to her, you trippin', you think the bitch ain't spaz Can't go with me, but you trippin' if you think the bitch ain't ass Y'all always fuckin' on the ho and that's why the shit can't last I can see you top notch (top notch) You lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear) But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man) So we ain't goin' back to my spot (not my spot) Yeah, I can see you top notch (top notch) I had to pull up in my drop top (drop top) We smokin' 'til it's a hot vibe (woo) But we ain't goin' back to my spot (woo)