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[Intro: LaBritney]
(Reuel, stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Hello? We need to talk
(Coach me, Joey)
I know you don't have a lot of money or whatever, but I really don't give a f*ck about that
All I want is your time

[Verse 1: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
All she wanna do is spend some time with me (That's it)
But time is money, so I got her on the grind with me
I know you want the light and wanna shine with me (I love that sh*t)
She postin' pictures, caption sayin', "I got the don with me" (Joey)

[Verse 2: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
Real b*tch, it get rough, she gon' ride for me
And she loyal, it ain't never 'bout no pride with me
If I ain't got it, she'll f*ck around and slide fifty
We both winnin', now we slide around in 550s (Hey, hey)

[Verse 3: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Now we both can hit Neimans and just grab sh*t
I turned her from a have-not to a bad b*tch (You did)
'Cause I gotta have you sh*ttin' on my last b*tch (I do)
Truth be told, it wasn't for me, she wouldn't have sh*t

[Verse 4: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
But let's be real, if not for you, I wouldn't have sh*t
You really came in the clutch when that bag ain't clear (You know I got you)
I'll take loyalty over a bad b*tch (And I'm both)
I want a b*tch who spoil me, I like to have sh*t
[Verse 5: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Huh, man, I really hate a mad b*tch
I can't deal with that sh*t, not a tad bit (But you be on some bullsh*t)

[Verse 6: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
Always talkin' back, you got a lot of lip (You right)
You get in your feelings, then you get to breaking sh*t
Why you all on the 'Gram postin' ho sh*t? ('Cause you be on ho sh*t)

[Verse 7: FMB DZ & LaBritney]
Keep it down, stay low-key, they don't know sh*t
Put my business in the street, get you choked quick
Neighbors call the cops, when they come, you don't know sh*t (n*gga, whatever)
Got a grip on you, ain't gon' lie, I love them hips on you (I know you do)
I love them lips on you, I really wanna put this di*k on you (Is this just you?)
I ain't gon' trip on you, twenty-thousand-dollar kit on you (Ooh)
Tell them broke hoes sit down, you got a brick on you

[Verse 8: Coach Joey & LaBritney]
I'ma keep cashin' these broke hoes, they gon' keep guessin' (They ain't gotta know)
Is he smashin'? He just bought her ass a G-Wagen
Chanel bag, small one cost five thousand
Started with a camera, now a n*gga own five houses
I'm big timin', bought you a Rollie, now you big timin' (Thank you)
You my b*tch, you match my fly, you got the big diamonds (Exactly)
I told you from day one, can't sh*t stop us
You know your daddy, girl, but you call me Big Papa
[Outro: LaBritney]
Ooh
Ooh, papi