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[Intro: FMB DZ]
ITrez on the track
(Cali sh*t, n*gga, this another one)
Another one
Another one
Tay B
'Nother one, huh

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Lil' baby so loyal, I'ma make sure she good
She take care of my business, drop off bags in the hood
Come back, bring me dinner, suck my di*k, roll my 'Wood
Lil' b*tch, I got pull, bank account stay on full
She a bully in them sheets, put your baby right to sleep
Somethin' crazy on her feet, take a trip to South Beach
She got her own, she don't leech, she's a b*tch I wanna keep
Blow the doors off the Jeep, f*ck her 'til her legs weak
Keep it low, we discreet, only a few places we meet
She cut you off, she said you cheap, now she wantin' me and me
Your ass wanted beef with me, you will get shot like G or P
Make you say ugh like Master P, you will get killed f*ckin' with me, n*gga

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, she keep on runnin' back to a real n*gga
She know, know what it is with me
She know I'm the one that can deal with her
Yeah, jumped on my sh*t and rode real ign'ant
I'm a mil' ticket
You had somebody in the past with a lil' n*gga?
She said I got up all in her and it feel different
My daddy been gone seven years and I'm still winnin'
I probably shed a couple tears, but I'm still a man
You probably hatin' on the low, but you still a fan
Your mans leave a sack around and you be stealin' grams
Chop your f*ckin' hands off, bet you won't steal again
Lame n*ggas do not deserve bad b*tches
Just because you got some cash don't mean you not a ham, n*gga
Hers soft and yours hard, that's the ass difference
My girl got money, yours don't, that's the cash difference
She got her own Rollie, ain't no n*gga bought her
She got her own hustle, man, ain't no n*gga taught her
My b*tch is smarter, them other hoes garbage
My plug numbers retarded, don't give a f*ck what yours charge you, n*gga
With you, the pus*y be dry, me, I make her melt
I make the pus*y stretch, you just make her stretch
She playin' roles with you, she can't be herself
I'm done with childish hoes, think I need a M.I.L.F.
I f*ck her good sober, I don't need a pill
These thousands ain't enough, I think I need a mil'
Half on a baby, want my son, that's just how she feel
But these lil' n*ggas is my sons, man, let's keep it real
Yeah, old b*tches be on ham sh*t
Huh, stalkin' my page off they friend's sh*t
Heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan sh*t
But I'll never love you, let my mans hit
Now this b*tch actin' a trip, why did I give her the di*k?
Now this b*tch actin' a fool, she don't know what to do
She gon' let me f*ck, then run back to you
Huh, she keep runnin' back to you