Lyrics

Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me I don't need no help my nigga I can do bad on my own And I don't need no company lil' momma Even though I know you give great dome I'd rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank Ain't even goin' waste no gas, going to get some ass I'ma keep my gas in my tank Leave my money in my pocket, I never leave it with hoes Put a ring on my own finger because I sleep with Z-RO Homie I'ont giva fuck about what you drive or how much money you got And I don't give a damn if y'all really like me or not I see your lips moving, but I can't hear nothing 'cause I'm not listening Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening Y'all niggas be riding dicks so much y'all need a dildo That way when you think about Z-RO You can shove it up on yo' ass real slow I'm a gangsta, but I'm a man first Then I tolerate, no disrespect My momma if it's money for me To make weed goin' slip the sex Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me Slim Thugga, Mothafucka I'm tryna stay rich, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch) I rather hit the studio and make another hit (another hit) Stop calling on my phone man, I'm on some other shit Just leave a nigga 'lone, I ain't goin' suck 'cause ya fucking with 'Cause bitch you ain't about to get no dime or no quality time I'd rather be on my grind, smoking weed, writing rhymes All you rapping ass niggas calling me to get signed Want me to rap for free, you done lost yo' mind (you done lost yo' mind) I'ont care how long I knew ya, give a fuck if we can We went to high school together, give a fuck if we friends Ya ain't talking 'bout shit if you ain't talking 'bout ends Bring ya ten G's, I see whatcha talking 'bout then All you roaching ass niggas and hoes in my face (in my face) Can't get a crumb from me, no so don't waste (so don't waste) Yo mothafuckin' crime tryna plot on mine I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me It's a shame having a cell phone, but don't want it to ring 'Cause I don't wanna deal with bullshit people And the bullshit they might bring That's why I send them to voicemail heaven, I don't wanna talk 'Cause bullshit run a marathon, I'd rather keep it real and walk I don't give a damn how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ass Especially if I die to choose between you and my cash I'ma choose money everytime, anyway I can always get a new whip Besides, I'm what bitches be tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich If you thinking I'm goin' pay money to hit that ass I gotta trick fo' yo' ugly ass I'll just miss you right after I hit you and then go fuck yo' friends Then you'll be ready to commit suicide If I never speak to you again My nigga Grady, my nigga Rick B, my nigga Michael Corleone Them the only three niggas phone number programmed in my phone They call me the king of the ghetto, because I rule this bitch I'm 'bout business I don't participate in foolishness, bitch Bitch, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you hoes can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of you nappy-headed hoes goin' get none from me Nigga, you ain't gotta call my phone Matter of fact all you niggas can leave me alone I just want my money And now one of my fake ass homeboys won't get none from me
Writer(s): Joseph Wayne Mcvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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