[Verse 1]
Uh, I’m in Follies eating motherf*cking chicken wings
And I pour that f*cking tech into some Minute Maid
And I bought my b*tch some titties, yeah my woman made
f*ck that b*tch up in the bentley, we don’t go on date
She eat di*k up, she don’t even need a plate
Rari not a pick up
Pull up and she look amazed, I be on that rich stuff
I just went and froze the face, you be on that b*tch stuff
Crying cause you caught a case
My b*tch better than Keisha, Britney and Emily
Doctor told take off my chains cause they 10 degrees
Percocet gon take off that pain, I don’t really need
I don’t ever take off my chain, wear em in my sleep
Don’t bring them f*cking b*tches to my crib they might put n*ggas on
Don’t trust her yeah so every time I f*ck her I ain’t gon hit it raw
I f*cked a b*tch then took her to her n*gga house to drop her off
Don’t press no n*gga bout no b*tch that’s choosing, n*gga that’s the law
[Chorus]
I’m in Follies eating motherf*cking chicken wings
And I pour that f*cking tech into some Minute Maid
And I bought my b*tch some titties, yeah my woman made
[Verse 2]
Uh, then I bought my b*tch a strap like my lil b*tch was gay
Yeah, I bought my b*tch a strap like my lil b*tch a dyke
I be with my slimes just like Nick at Nite uh yeah
Don’t ask me bout no crime I ain’t see it I was blind
These b*tches dumb, I could control her mind and like a n*gga time
Wrist froze, don’t look directly at it you might just go blind (please don’t)
You talking out your face, you must be out yo mind
These n*ggas b*tches they picking and choosing, they be switching sides
Ain’t no losing, these b*tches is choosing, that sh*t just not right
[Chorus]
I’m in Follies eating motherf*cking chicken wings
And I pour that f*cking tech into some Minute Maid
And I bought my b*tch some titties, yeah my woman made
And I just lost my lil b*tch, my lil hoe got engaged