[Intro]
Uh, you sound sexy
Sexy shit, on these ladies
Boss man, baby
This for you, baby
Gonna love us
Let's go
[Chorus]
Why you do that? (It's that wave, it's that wave)
I said I'm sorry baby
That was Biggavelli not Charly baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that? (Uh)
I tried to tell you before, early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, plenty whores and the shoes is glistening
[Verse 1]
Doin 95 in the Benz, see the feds on my ass
Light the blunt, hit the music, then I step on the gas
Now I'm speedin' in the lane, as if I had a quota
Got my bitch, she shotgun with pizza and a cola
She don't panic at all, my baby play it cool
It don't matter police and all, she spraying the tool
It was just like yesterday when I gave her the penis
She stroked my ego when she called me a musical genius
Whatchu give me credit for?
Baby, I ain't shit
270 for a pound, baby, that ain't piff
Biggavelli, that type of nigga to skeet off the tool
Raid the cabinets and the fridge and eat up all the food
But the dick I lay it heavy, something like a Chevy
Wit a V-10 engine sitting on 20 inch pirellis
Baby girl was ready, in her eyes I was the shit
'Til she busted me wit' another bitch
And she said
[Chorus]
Why you do that?
I said I'm sorry baby
That was Biggavelli, not Charly baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before, early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, plenty whores and the shoes is glistening
[Verse 2]
Got the game in the loop, keep the thang in the boot
Got the virus to cook a pot, I cook 'caine in the coupe
I make it rain on ya stoop
40s, 20s and dimes
They used to be Mason Betha now all the honeys is mine
We get money in the grind
We did it easy, no frontin'
And did it in a way, when niggas couldn't see me comin'
Better duck when niggas is gunnin'
Course y'all soon to break
I don't know what they told you, Boss Don do it big
Capo up in the club, he poppin' them kleikas
See him live up with a bottle, he on top of the speakers
Me, I'm in the cut wit a skeezer, on my Biggavell shit
Wife beater and a du-ey, slightly on my jail shit
And I don't worry, these hoes and bitches, they love us
Every other city we go, bitches wanna fuck us
They fuck us and they trust us
Have 'em head over heels
'Til you leave 'em in pain
She said "You don't know how it feels" (Uh)
[Chorus]
Why you do that?
I said I'm sorry, baby
That was Biggavelli, not Charly baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before, early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, plenty whores, and the shoes is glistening
[Verse 3]
Now these labels they want me, they say I got what it take
Said I should be in the stu', instead of poppin' the eight
Nigga, my topic is the cake
Jewelry, bitches, and cars
Doin' it big wit all my niggas, poppin' cris' in the bars
I fuck wit' the stars
You can catch me out in Cali
Lookin' for Caucasian bitches, wit' titties and a fatty
Now, I'm in the back of the Caddy, staring through my rear view
Windows is gettin' foggy, I hope I got a clear view
Bitch nigga, I dare you, to shorten my cheese
Only money, music and family important to me
Baby, you talking to me?
"How you doin' Maxey"
Had me in the club blowin', my stacks
She said
[Chorus]
Why you do that?
I said I'm sorry baby
That was Biggavelli, not Charly baby
Why you do that?
She said, "Don't call me baby, don't categorize me with all your ladies"
Why you do that?
I tried to tell you before, early on but you wouldn't listen
Why you do that?
V-12 on 24s, plenty whores and the shoes is glistening
[Outro]
Yeah, it's your boy, man
Boss Don, back with another classic, for the ladies
I see you, boss man
What's going on, baby?
Let's go and have the whores off lean
They gonna be like "I don't even like rap, but I fuck with that nigga, right there"
This that grown and gorgeous shit, for the summer, for the winter
Fourth quarter, whatever
Oww
Byrdgang, shit