[Chorus: Husalah]
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much to me)
But you was just another punk b*tch to me ('nother punk b*tch to me)
Well if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a b*tch, should come and cash me out
I'd love it if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a punk rock b*tch come and cash me out, I love it
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much)
'Cause you was just another punk b*tch to me ('cause you was just another punk b*tch to me)
But if a ho-'ll come and cash a n*gga like me out oh yes I love it
If a, punk b*tch come and cash a n*gga out then I really ain't trippin', if it's cash I love it
[Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
When I met the b*tch, I let her know I couldn't kiss her
Confiscated the b*tch from some fake ass pimpin'
Drop the top on the Chev' but she saw me in a Porsche
She ran off on a simp, he hit her raw, made her abort
How you hollerin' ya pimpin' kissin' that b*tch you really not
b*tch been tuckin' bundles, comin' up short and bringin' me knots
That b*tch been runnin' off and droppin' it off to the mob
He buyin' that fake ass syrup wit' the bread, got her hot
She wanna hang around and pay me 'cause I'm mob
I'm so dope, I'm so fresh b*tch it really ain't no options
Yeah, the b*tch was on point, the b*tch never came short
I pull up then I yoke, yoke, yoke, b*tch
Not the same b*tch that I sent
But the brand new b*tch, 'cause the b*tch got the whip
Brand new, pullin' up, then I drop the top, drop the top
Up the block, slap lo, burnin' rubber, b*tch it don't sto-op
[Chorus: Husalah]
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much to me)
But you was just another punk b*tch to me ('nother punk b*tch to me)
Well if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a b*tch, should come and cash me out
I'd love it if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a punk rock b*tch come and cash me out, I love it
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much)
'Cause you was just another punk b*tch to me ('cause you was just another punk b*tch to me)
But if a ho-'ll come and cash a n*gga like me out oh yes I love it
If a, punk b*tch come and cash a n*gga out then I really ain't trippin', this cash, I love it
[Verse 2: Rydah J. Klyde]
But it really didn't matter 'cause my cake got fatter
Puttin' the whip on the batter and that's before I even had it
Now I'm askin' for it, 'cause ho I know you got it
Go and put it in my pocket but don't be gettin' out of pocket
I got time well invested, but I'll leave ya ass stranded
Vanished, just like I planned it
Damn it feel good to be a fly G
And it ain't a n*gga like me
Have 'em sellin' pus*y on the side street, five deep
Five weeks straight, talkin' date after date
Guess she never wanted to eat 'cause all the di*ks that she ate
But sh*t, to me it didn't matter at all
She could walk 'til she crawl if she wanna see daddy ball
Then hey, let them heels click clack, click clack
b*tch better get right or get back
sh*t I cash my checks wit' no ID
So can't a b*tch buy me
And make ya choice wisely
I see the riches and the b*tches and it rhyme for a reason
Get the digits and I ain't talkin' 'bout the number, then I'm leavin'
And this cycle keep repeatin' 'til I'm through wit' cha
A bag of money now I shook her like a few chippers
I'm in the city in a room wit' a few strippers
And we don't tip hoes n*gga, n*gga hoes tip us
Wit' the chicken that you trickin' wit'
And if you like it then I love it, real n*gga sh*t
If the punk rock b*tch come and give me her chips
'Cause wit' all that scratch she'll probably go schiz
If the punk rock b*tch wanna give me her chips
'Cause wit' all that scratch she'll probably go schiz
I love it
[Chorus: Husalah]
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much to me)
But you was just another punk b*tch to me ('nother punk b*tch to me)
Well if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a b*tch, should come and cash me out
I'd love it if a ho, a sl*t, a tramp, a punk rock b*tch come and cash me out, I love it
It never really matter that much to me (It never really matter that much)
'Cause you was just another punk b*tch to me ('cause you was just another punk b*tch to me)
But if a ho-'ll come and cash a n*gga like me out oh yes I love it
If a, punk b*tch come and cash a n*gga out then I really ain't trippin', if it's cash I love it