Yeah, Mr. B, bitch

Lofty

Y'all already know

Let's go, let's go, let's go

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

Lofty came through

Basshead, brand new

Snap back until

Two-eighty for the O of that fire kryp'

I stunt, I ball (you know I ball)

Smoke blunts, I call

Your bitch, she come

With dro' and fun

Smoke one, pop two

It's the Metro Zu

So fresh, so true

Quit lying to yourself, she don't like you

I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe

Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right

I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe

Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

Hey! Mr. B a pimp, first of all, you know that (damn)

I ain't simping on you bitch a.k.a. I'm porno black

That's a fact, bring me stacks, that is the way you can react (okay)

Make money like a bank, bring it back, make me fat (alright)

And when I'm talking fat, bitch, I'm speaking Richie Rich (cha-ching!)

Takes a lot of fucking cash if you wanna be my bitch (that right)

If that makes you discouraged, then I got a new approach (okay)

You can get with this lion, or go stay with that roach (simp)

We can travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys

Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things

If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies

House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things

Travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys

Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things

If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies

House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

I'm fly as I can be

That's probably why your bitch wanna belong to me

I got something she can feel

And I'ma keep it real with these bitches, though

(Real with these bitches, though, real with these bitches, though)

And don't matter what you make 'cause I can't be your friend

Unless you're fuckin' spending, ho

Got your rocks off ballin' with them tricks

But you better make sure my paper swoll'

Bring me back my cream, keep that pussy clean

And you'll live out your wildest dream (you'll live out your wildest dream)

And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me

And we can take this world by storm in luxury

And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me

And we can take this world by storm in luxury

Them haters can't see, they under you and me

Just make me like yo' mousetrap, drop that cheese on me

I can make your heart nut, I can be your everything

Fill in those empty spaces in your life and relieve all the pain

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?

I know, I know, she wanna get with me

It be my clothes, my car and my weed

She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me

My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho

Yeah, pussy ass fuck-**** (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)

Haah! (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)

You know this shit gets tiring, you know what I'm sayin'?

Shittin' on you **** so hard, Metro Zu all day ****

You already know what it is (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)

Fuck-**** get lost (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)

Real ****, you know we don't even fuck with y'all

Have your ho bring me some money, ****, that's all the fuck I care about

Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure Ruben Slikk, Lofty

They can vouch for a ****

We're just pimps, man, that's all it is, if you don't like it, get the fuck on

What else can the fuck can we say? You know what I'm sayin'?

We real ass ****, y'all not, y'all perpetratin', ****

Anyways, man, I'm just gonna let the beat ride on y'all funk-ass **** man

'Cause y'all can't make shit like this, you know what I'm sayin'?