[Intro: FMB DZ]

ITrez on the track

(Cali shit, nigga, this another one)

Another one

Another one

Tay B

'Nother one, huh

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]

Lil' baby so loyal, I'ma make sure she good

She take care of my business, drop off bags in the hood

Come back, bring me dinner, suck my dick, roll my 'Wood

Lil' bitch, I got pull, bank account stay on full

She a bully in them sheets, put your baby right to sleep

Somethin' crazy on her feet, take a trip to South Beach

She got her own, she don't leech, she's a bitch I wanna keep

Blow the doors off the Jeep, fuck her 'til her legs weak

Keep it low, we discreet, only a few places we meet

She cut you off, she said you cheap, now she wantin' me and me

Your ass wanted beef with me, you will get shot like G or P

Make you say ugh like Master P, you will get killed fuckin' with me, nigga

[Verse 2: Tay B]

Yeah, she keep on runnin' back to a real nigga

She know, know what it is with me

She know I'm the one that can deal with her

Yeah, jumped on my shit and rode real ign'ant

I'm a mil' ticket

You had somebody in the past with a lil' nigga?

She said I got up all in her and it feel different

My daddy been gone seven years and I'm still winnin'

I probably shed a couple tears, but I'm still a man

You probably hatin' on the low, but you still a fan

Your mans leave a sack around and you be stealin' grams

Chop your fuckin' hands off, bet you won't steal again

Lame niggas do not deserve bad bitches

Just because you got some cash don't mean you not a ham, nigga

Hers soft and yours hard, that's the ass difference

My girl got money, yours don't, that's the cash difference

She got her own Rollie, ain't no nigga bought her

She got her own hustle, man, ain't no nigga taught her

My bitch is smarter, them other hoes garbage

My plug numbers retarded, don't give a fuck what yours charge you, nigga

With you, the pussy be dry, me, I make her melt

I make the pussy stretch, you just make her stretch

She playin' roles with you, she can't be herself

I'm done with childish hoes, think I need a M.I.L.F.

I fuck her good sober, I don't need a pill

These thousands ain't enough, I think I need a mil'

Half on a baby, want my son, that's just how she feel

But these lil' niggas is my sons, man, let's keep it real

Yeah, old bitches be on ham shit

Huh, stalkin' my page off they friend's shit

Heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan shit

But I'll never love you, let my mans hit

Now this bitch actin' a trip, why did I give her the dick?

Now this bitch actin' a fool, she don't know what to do

She gon' let me fuck, then run back to you

Huh, she keep runnin' back to you