I think it was Friday night I met her at the club
Apple Martini ed up smokin bud with my thugs
Then yo yo there she was très bon booty
*French*
Like Beyoncé no fiancé let's keep in touch
I wanted to beat it up cause she was a superbad
I mean with all that a*s same night hit it that fast
We at her mega pad still diggin like a sav'
We poppin x tabs the head was extra lav'
But this her baby dad and he don't live with her
And at his grandma's pad they left the kids with her
So that explains the pictures I see of this n***a
She says she's low on scrilla she wanted gifts for her
So she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed
And I can't stand no nappy hair b***h
And so I break off bread nothin but pocket change
She blew my socks again and then I hopped in the Range
And then she kept on askin for bread like everyday
"My children need some aspirine I got some bills to day"
Now what am I to say cause Yuk he love the kids
Puffy sell millions but Yuk he love the kids
So I broke off bread I did it for the kids
Never trust a b***h never think Yuk a trick
I got the slut dismissed she got the dismissal
I ain't f**kin with you b***h you got too many issues
You got too many issues
Here let me get you some tissue
No I don't mean to diss you
But you want me to give you some money quit actin funny
Baby girl
Time after time rhyme after rhyme
I look around some h*e after mine
But I'm just steady on the low steady 'bout my flow
Why try to keep a h*e steady when they be steady wantin mo'
I don't want no h*e all on my back all up in my sack
Before I burn one at every corner that I turn on
H*e get a life
Boppin all night like you a n***a
Need to be at home with yo d**n children
Like that s**t was cool well ain't s**t cool
About your children missin school
Because you done cut a fool at the club last night
And you ain't
Six
Ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks
But them tricks make cheese they pop bottles for fun
And you'll f**k one just to say you f**ked one
How dumb can one get didn't even break bread to get with you
And walkin round like you the f**kin s**t b***h
You got too many issues
B***h you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge
Cause you 21 now what you actin like a good b***h
I'm tryin to get my n***a sucked cause he from outta town
You just suck his d**k while I weigh out the pounds and then you out
What you mean you don't know don't you need a little bread
You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head
You suck a broke n***a d**k but won't suck a rich n***a
He a white boy little man limp d**k n***a
Three minutes and you gone then I hit you at your home
Give you a little for your pocket now your weekend is on
I don't understand huh Then why the f**k I'm talkin
Matter fact I'm wastin time huh b***h get to walkin
You try to help a rat b***h she'll diss you on some wack s**t
You weigh 125 how you still lookin fat b***h
Save them cheap
Yeah I'm tryin to diss you
You a broke a*s think you bad b***h and you got too many issues
N***a f**k yo broke a*s
You ain't got no muthaf**kin money anyway n***a
Don't come over here talkin about I got issues
You got issues
N***a you rollin on stop
So don't even try to come over here
Either you pay me or don't pay me no muthaf**kin attention
So ehm that's all this about over here
When you look my way I already know you gots to pay
All this issue s**t you can take that s**t to the next b***h
I ain't the one n***a
Please
Please believe it
F**k that
Pay me
Yeah I got issues so what
I'm tryin to get fly youknowmsayin
I'm tryin to go to the Century Club
I need $100 on my hair
I need uh 50 to go the nail shop
I need 200 for that new Iceberg make up
So uh what you workin with
S**t I'm a real b***h
Yeah
And I need to get my car washed
As a matter of fact I'm tryin to roll yo s**t
Don't you got a Jag or somethin
Yeah I'm tryin to roll yo s**t n***a
On the real me and all my muthaf**kin homegirls
We comin to the party
