Feat. TK (Hook) Man, I got a few bad b**hes Who would rock for me Who would die for me Man, I got a few bad b**hes Who would rock for me (Who say they down for me) Who would die for me (Who would do me) Who got me Man, I got a few bad b**hes (Verse) That fruit real That good real, That crew bad sponsored links But the young thang She too cute She protection Big girls need love too ABS bad My phone lance He off the chain I fought bad Baby girl, when a black n***a Went outta town Lot of money, With a big dick This where it's at Strawberry critique But not a** fat So them looters bad And them burgers bad I drop racks (???) can't do n***a, I ain't switchin' Too bad b**hes say they gon'
Ride with me See how b**h lie She got a lot of bread on thanksgivin' Cut yo' roof, listen I got your thang with me (Hook) (Verse) Play me, boy, take lil' back Too much cush, this sh** stank I'm laughing all the way to the bank My b**h foreign like a b**h tank Big money, they can;t stand me It's a hundred band Blew it all, just me and Dandy We throw them racks And them foreign hoes, they going frantic See, the pipes's tight, them bolt n***as They start paddling Got big fine, got light skin Got red balls From the tight body to the red tanga She got on It's the real eight, it's the real mob It's my city I see too many b**hes Can't do nothin' with it (Hook)