(Phone hang up)
Verse 1:
Now first off all ya'll ho's should know a n***a don't work fa' ya'll
My dogs don't give a f** and we'll f** you s*uts on coconal
b**h it ain't no need fo' no skeezy ho, cause b**h I feed 'cha ho
Young greasy ho, you sleezy ho, put a n***a don't need 'cha ho
Believe me ho, b**h you don't know nann n***a like me
How you gone play a n***a like me
Straighten that thug n***a like me
And I know I shouldn't say this
But just take the dick and I slang this dick for days (ho)
Try to explain this sh** away
I'm 24/7 like Triple A, so shut up
Chorus:
You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But b**h you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
So b**h you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But b**h you lied to me, huh, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
Verse 2:
Now that's a shame
You done fell in love with another n***a in the game
You done tried to colt
And done flip the damn thing just to have his last name
f**ing with the last pimp
And he tellin' you the same sh** he said last year
Same cheap shoes, same hair do's, and you still getting yo a**
You one of the slow ho's, and you got top of the line slow head
Like for the dick to be locked, co*ked and shot all over yo' forehead
You a po' rat, and yo' p**y fat so show that (ho)
See every nasty b**h, love nasty sh** and you know that (so ho)
Getting you p**y eat while ya' masturbate
That's a thing of the past
Doing bad, and you looking bad, so b**h don't even ask
Ho shut up
Trina:
n***a who the f** you calling a ho
I ain't no motherf**ing ho
Trick:
What up, what up, should a surprised me
Chorus:
You walkin' like a ho, you talkin' like a ho
You dressin' like a ho, actin' messy like a ho
But b**h you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
So b**h you stand like a ho, make yo' plans like a ho
Wear yo' pants like a ho, she gone get mad like a ho
But b**h you lied to me, said you was shy to me
You out the closet now
Verse 3:
Ain't no dick for free, ain't sh** for free
Cause you don't do sh** for me
And if you wanna stay with me you gotta break me off
And play with that click for me, or s** this dick for me
Get on top and do a split for me
Cum all over my sh** for me, and make a spit for me b**h
See I don't need 'cha, I don't see ya'
And I really wouldn't wanna be ya'
You done tried me and done lied to me
So it's hard for me to believe ya'
And I don't need 'cha, calling me
Talking 'bout come go to the mall with me
And I hate the sh** you be starting see
Young silly b**h stop following me
I don't need 'cha
Chorus 1x
Trick Daddy ends repeating parts of verses and chorus