Lyrics
Gave that bitch some bread I wanted to see her doing better
Fronted him a pack I wanted to see him doing better
I ain't need no help with that load it was extra
I ain't really tripping off that bitch it was extra
Gave that bitch some bread I wanted to see her doing better
Fronted him a pack I wanted to see him doing better
I ain't need no help with that load it was extra
I ain't really tripping off that bitch she was extra
You know that I'm making plays like I'm Michael Irvin
They cant fuck with us, these pussies scared
They wet behind they ears like virgins
You know you wrong bitch you ain't fucking with the right one
He got you typing in all caps when you write him
I know you mad, you thought the money would make you like him
I got some paper too, I'll bring you out where I'm from
Bitch was bullshitting
I forgot that she existed that's the way I feel
You know I be making cash
I don't got time for it
Naw I ain't playing
Don't come over, get too comfortable
And bring a lil' bitch because naw you ain't staying
I know all them games you play
I ain't them lames
Don't play with me and say you just playing
I don't really trust you I can't have you in my space
You trying to guilt trip we ain't going to that place
You think that everything is supposed to go your way
You it's easy to get this shit from out of state
Gave that bitch some bread I wanted to see her doing better
Fronted him a pack I wanted to see him doing better
I ain't need no help with that load it was extra
I ain't really tripping off that bitch it was extra
Gave that bitch some bread I wanted to see her doing better
Fronted him a pack I wanted to see him doing better
I ain't need no help with that load it was extra
I ain't really tripping off that bitch she was extra
Written by: Dominique Black