[verse 1]

Sassy and she classy, fly and she flashy

Gutta, dats my gutta bitch, badd and she nasty

Dont be beefin wit me, she say you beefin wit her

You say you brawlin with me, bitch she be beatin you up

Plus she ain't scared of nothin

Ridin and she bustin, fightin and we fussin but we endin up fuckin

She gutta and i love her, break bread got her covered

Thats a bet like a brother, same set same color

Plus she badd as she wanna be, and thats real talk

And i can tell you what she gonna be, down for her nigga

Money over bitches, she got me breakin all the rules

Ballin out for her ass, my niggas tell me imma fool

Dont trip, not at all cuz money ain't a thang

She breaking bread too, and her friends say the same

Plus she hate suckin dick but she do it for me

Expecting nothing in return, boy she real as can be

[Chorus]x2

Dats why i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)

[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd](x3)

I-i-i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)

[she badd]dats my gutta bitch(x3)[badd]

[verse 2]

Outfit pricey, dont she look icey

Gutta as it gets yea i like my chicks fiesty

Always tryna fight me, i dont fight back

Cuz she hangs up all mad then she calls me right back

Look she wanna be my wifey, poppin rubberbands

A beat downs likely if u push up on her man

I dont think you understand she'll do it on tha double

Tha baddest little chick i can't kep her out of trouble

And when she hit me up, i put it down on her

My calculator girl i can always count her

Soon as i catch a case she gets a.d.d

Cause when laws come around look she ain't seen me

All her purses gucci, coach, or they prada

All her shades louis, dolce, and gabanna

It get crazy when she jealous she callin by tha hour

But damn thats why i love her dont know what ill do without her

[Chorus]x2

Dats why i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2

[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd]x3

I-i-i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2

[she badd]dats my gutta bitchx3[badd]

[verse 3]

We can eat at finer places, but she satisfied with fast food

Attitude is dat coo, but bitchy when in bad moods

Thick standing 5"2, titties wit an ass too

Tat on her tittie, got my name for a tattoo

Riding through the city,i'd rather be with no one else

Bumpin up my music, like she wrote the shit herself

She dont tolerate that bullshit, and i dont do the same

She'll give it to a hater, who talkin bad about my name

I love her and i'll tell you that,i love ya, ain't shit

Gon ask her how she feel i bet she'll say the same shit

Groupies holla and she know that, and thats every damn event

I keep it real wit her ass, and thats 100 percent

Niggas holla and i know dat, dats what i expect

I trust her like she trust me, so she always come correct

I can tell you all about her, but i doubt you'll understand

If you got you one too then nigga raise ya damn hands

[Chorus]x2

[Chorus]x2

I-i-i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2

[badd] dats my gutta bitchx3

I-i-i love her

She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2

Dats my gutta bitchx3[badd