This is not for my true players
Hustlers real Gs
Who don't buy no p**y
Get the lovin' for free
NYC
My Brooklyn kats won't disagree
No cash for the a**
No stacks
No fee
You a magic trick
Her wish your command
Abracadabra
Your money's in her hand
Just lost another grand
No son you're not her man
Lil mama just got you
On a layaway plan
You a magic trick
Her wish your command
Your cash disappears
No credit card scams
You need to understand
No son you're not her man
Lil mama just got you
On a layaway plan
Fast
Or she'll give it to you slow
If your money right
You should be good to go
Last
Or you can choose to pay her first
She got you all up in
Her Prada purse
Mutual funds
You're another investment
Robbed with no guns
No knives or no weapons
Whoa
Watch her bank account grow
She probably f**in'
Every dude you know
Lights camaras
Stages the cast
She runs the show
You finance her a**
Self-proclaimed baller
You're running out of steam
In less than three weeks
She evaporates your c.r.e.a.m
Sex for sale
Pretty much the same game
It's a old picture
With a updated frame
Weak frail
Sorry shame
These are the words
That should replace your last name
Lil homie you a lame
Lil homie you a lame
Shawty s**ed you poor
And that's before you even came
Lil homie you a lame
Lil homie you a lame
Oh you a D boy
Street money earner
Actor with a script
Clip without a burner
Lil homie you a lame
Lil homie you a lame
My swag makes her hot
Go on big spender
I'm a bed wetter
I don't need no cheddar to get her
Lil homie you a lame
Lil homie you a lame
Straight pretender
Real gender bender
Wow
Super Cat done said it
Homie you a boops
Buying p**y on credit
Whaa
Visa Mastercard declined
Flatlined by cancer
That's her zodiac sign
She needs to get a encore
Hardcore she stay raw
No radio edit
Ma f**ed the sh** out your debit
Your financial situation
Ain't even the issue
She blows through paper
You supply her with tissue
Benjamins
Even a slumdog could see it
Broke s**y
Selfish conceited
Description of a diamond driller
French tips
Covergirl c.r.e.a.m. concealer
Twilight socialite
She's looking for a rich s**er
Powerade
Gatorade drink guzzler
Shawty said I'm just her type
Tall handsome
Mature right
Yeah babygirl you're just my type
Back seat of my lease
Shootin' down your windpipe
To all my little hunnies
Playin' dudes like dummies
There's a whole lotta kats
That's real funny with their money
I done seen sh** that 'll
Make you shake your head
You know what certain things
Are better left unsaid