Scottie Pippen lyrics

I don't love her
I don't cuff her
It's for me, its for my brothers


[Verse 1: Swoosh]
Uh, If I got bread and my mans broke
Of course I'm gon' split it
Treat em' just like Michael Jordan
Treat his Scottie Pippen
Like, like you don't always got to score
Sometimes you do the dishin'
Bounce pass and put your man inside the right position
So he could put it off the glass for the easy finish
Went from losers straight to winnin'
See the haters they be grinnin'
Make my b*tches do the dishes
And my t-shirt and my slippers
I'm a flashy ass n*gga
I'm a dancin' ass n*gga
All my b*tches say I'm charmin
When I wake up in the mornin'
Give me kiss, then call me darlin'
And she go make me an omelette
I don't luv her
I don't cuff her
It's for me, it's for my brothers
Just like Pimp-C, I never f*ck em under covers