Don't think nobody care, but I'm there whenever she callin'. I don't fuck with no old hoes, only new hoes. You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? Deep strokes all in her chest. She just want somebody who gon' treat her like somebody.
I keep the peace, don't need a piece. Spinnin' through ya block, like a pop shove-it. Put my dick in her backbone, I pass her to my bro. But I keep a piece, got it, capisce? Blow a case, a n*gga throwin' shots, I run 'em off they block. You know I leave them all deceased. Song keep ya head up. She want rich sex, she ain't the type to be dick pressed. She wanna fuck, but keep her clothes on, I only want the jaw. All I want is your head, and your hands (hands). A cheater, uh, yeah. I done took off on em, I don't care bout the mileage. Well, I don't know who told you that (My mama).
So fuck you up like Master P (Perfect). I'ma give her what she want, uh. I'ma fuck her, then I dash home, to the cash, hoI'm on some rob a n*gga shit, take the n*gga bitch. Divin' inside of your ocean, don't need no breathers. Been hella sure, ain't gotta choose. My flow increased, my dough increased. That boy gon' eat, this is a feast.
I don't want her, you can keep the whore, she fiendin' for some more[Verse 3: iLoveMemphis]. Hit a stain, fifty bands, all hunnids. You gots to get it through your head. You won't ever get no handout. Keep ya head up album. I read your love bible (oh-oh). I'ma nut in that (pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah), buy you gucci and some red bottoms. And you trippin' if I ain't gon' give you foreplay, get the (head poppin'). Show you how I lean, then dab.
In New York, my n*ggas don't Milly Rock, my n*ggas money bop. I done took off on em, I feel like a pilot. Got you stunned (hey), know what to do. Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up. Keep head up lyrics. But they can never catch me, driving like a taxi. I'm so VIP all I know is private. Had to pull up on the block cause today I get to whip. Mama told me never leave the house without my nightgown. Move milli', all my n*ggas on fifty, uh. Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out (Per-Per-Perfect). I'ma have your legs in the air like baby, I need ya, uh, yeah.
Fuck with a nigga like me, I'ma give her what she need. Mr. Hit the Quan went viral, gigantic. Got the blicky, uh, drum it hold fifty, uh. Anthony Phillips, Campbell Rolston-Clemmer, Naujour Grainger, Summer Marjani Walker. On the stoop, crills in my drawers, your girl on my phone. Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Talk down (Pew pew pew), you silly, uh (Fah-fah-fah-fah). She told me she hate niggas. She don't fuck with no lame nigga. That mean I pull up with my top down. She put me on game, nigga. I don't have a top now. Deep strokes all in your spine, can't wait 'til I see ya, uh, yeah.
Man that's really all I use her for, I kick her out the door. All I'm really tryna see, uh (oh).