[Verse 1: GreediPhresh]

Girl you ain't nobody

You probably after my money

I know I probably should vent

Before I have these assumptions

I know I'm after my dreams

I know you after a husband

We can laugh, we can cuddle

But after that shit we fuckin'

And after that shit I'm leavin'

And after that it's the weekend

And after that it's more bitches

And after that I'm repeatin'

That all happens in sequence

I'm an asshole, conceited

So go hashtag and tweet it

For he might actually mean it

I used to love on these hoes

But these hoes they don't love back

Comfort these hoes

But these hoes they don't want that

Come to these hoes

But these hoes they don't come back

Now I run through these hoes

Now these hoes, they all run back

It was the game and how I played

Told these hoes I'm not a player

Life is full of choices and I just explore options baby

I was in my feelings

But my feelings make shit complicated

Learn what [?]

We fuckin' wit no [?]

[Hook X2: GreediPhresh]

I'm not a pimp, not a player

But I got bitches in flavors

I give you dick, see you later

I don't do bitches no favors

You ain't my missus but hopin'

She give me kisses and blow 'em

We get it in cause they open

We choose your bitch, now she chosen

[Verse 2: Jay Lyn Gatz]

Start, Select

But wait, which broad's the best?

Pick one and imma dodge the rest

There's a large select-ion

So many characters crowdin' my heart

Get 'em off my chest

Like this Poetic Justice chick

Her flow flung wit her tongue

But love suckin' dick

On to this clubbin' chick

Twerkin' for the fun of it

With smoke deep in her lungs

Not a stress in the world cause none exist

On to this model chick stunned by her pics

On some Purple Label coppin' shit, guns by her hips

There's another with some scholarships

Smarter than a whip

On my best day she can checkmate

Just by a glimpse

Know a chick wit a grand plan of gettin' rich

And thick as LeBron's headband

But got a lisp

And it's somethin' that I can't stand

But not a diss

I'm not a mic and you're spittin'

So pardon miss

There's a chick I call up to vent

She think I'm super

Call her Lois, she callin' me Kent

I think I'll suit up cause she flip

In the Harvey Dent, Harley Quinn sense

This is Character Select

Oh shit, you ain't get the hint?

[Hook 2X: GreediPhresh]

I'm not a pimp, not a player

But I got bitches in flavors

I give you dick, see you later

I don't do bitches no favors

You ain't my missus but hopin'

She give me kisses and blow 'em

We get it in cause they open

We choose your bitch, now she chosen