Why lyrics

[Intro: Mr. B]
Yeah, Mr. B, b*tch
Lofty
Y'all already know
Let's go, let's go, let's go

[Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me

[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Lofty came thru
Basehead, brand new
Snap back until
Two-eighty for the O of that fire kryp
I stunt, I ball
Smoke blunts, I call
Your b*tch, she come
With dro and fun
Smoke one, pop two
It's the Metro Zu
So fresh, so true
Quit lying to yourself, she don't like you
[Pre-Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it ride
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it ride

[Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me

[Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Hey Mr. B a pimp, first of all, you know that (Damn)
I ain't simping on you b*tch AKA I'm porno black
That's a fact, bring me stacks, that is the way you can react (Okay)
Make money like a bank, bring it back, make me fat (Alright)
And when I'm talking fat, b*tch, I'm speaking Richie Rich (Cha-ching!)
Takes a lot of f*cking cash if you wanna be my b*tch (That right)
If that makes you discouraged, then I got a new approach (Okay)
You can get with this lion, or go stay with that roach (Simp)
[Bridge 1: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
We can travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things
Travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things

[Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me

[Verse 3: Ruben Slikk]
I'm fly as I can be
That's probably why your b*tch wanna belong to me
I got something she can feel and I'ma keep it real with these b*tches though
(Real with these b*tches though, real with these b*tches though)
And don't matter what you make cause I can't be your friend unless you're f*ckin' spending, ho
Got your rocks off ballin' with them tricks but you better make sure my paper swoll'
Bring me back my cream, keep that pus*y clean
And you'll live out your wildest dream (You'll live out your wildest dream)
[Bridge 2: Ruben Slikk]
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
Them haters can't see, they under you and me
Just make me like yo' mousetrap, drop that cheese on me
I can make your heart nut, I can be your everything
Fill in those empty spaces in your life and relieve all the pain

[Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your b*tch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your b*tch be choosing me

[Outro: Mr. B the Poshstronaut]
Yeah (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
pus*y ass f*ck-n*ggas (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Hah... (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
You know this sh*t gets tiring, you know what I'm sayin'? (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
sh*ttin' on you n*ggas so hard, Metro Zu all day n*gga (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
You already know what it is (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
f*ck-n*ggas get lost (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Real n*ggas, you know we don't even f*ck wit' y'all (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Have your ho bring me some money, n*gga, that's all the f*ck I care about
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure Ruben Slikk, Lofty, they can vouch for a n*gga
We just pimps, man, that's all it is, if you don't like it, get the f*ck on
What else can the f*ck can we say? You know what I'm sayin'?
We real ass n*ggas, y'all not, y'all perpetratin', n*gga
Anyways, man, I'm just gonna let the beat ride on y'all funk-ass n*ggas man
'Cause y'all can't make sh*t like this, you know what I'm sayin'?