10's Only

T T T T Tee Lay Where you learn that nigga Yeah, just me and my bitches, you cannot get in Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in At all, you say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then Pussy, he talkin' bout he got them racks but he ain't spendin Broke ass, his opps be on the block but he ain't spendin He pulled up in a Benz but that shit not his He postin' that he single, need to post them kids I pull up in that fye and it's not rented Pop your ass like the 4th of July, don't you try no shit Play with us and you gon' die, I won't say it again I don't need new friends, I cut off loose ends I get money everyday, why would I need two cents If Barbie rich as fuck, why would she need a Ken If it ain't about a bag, I can't comprehend It's in you, not on you, please take all offense Postin' throwback money that you been spent Bitches lose they mind tryna keep up Same 24, you movin' slow, you need to speed up I'm stompin' on they necks, that's tellin' you to pick your feet up If she got a problem, then that hoe, she better speak up Yeah, just me and my bitches, you cannot get in Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in At all, you say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then Pussy, he talkin' bout he got them racks but he ain't spendin Broke ass, his opps be on the block but he ain't spendin He pulled up in a Benz but that shit not his He postin' that he single, need to post them kids I pull up in that fye and it's not rented You gon' fuck around and slip, tryna steal the drip With broke fuckin' with me, too much dip on that nigga chip Fresh as hell, I'm always in that new-new like I fuck with tip You'n own that shit, nigga, let me see the pink slip Everything pretty, I might pull up in a pink whip All these n****s tricks, got'em saved under backflip E-e-e, askin' for a text back, still ain't get his shit back We don't do no chit-chat like a barber, push your shit back Just me and my bitches, you cannot get in Nah, if you is not a ten, you do not fit in You say you a shooter, why you ain't shoot then He talkin' bout he got them racks, but he ain't spendin His opps be on the block, but he ain't spinnin' He pulled up in the Benz, but this shit not his He postin' that he single, need to post them kids I pull up in that fye, and it's not rented It's not, I just added rapping to my resume, hoe Eating you rap bitches up, Rich 9E, yeah Yeah, post them kids Yeah, you need to post them kids, bitch