Coptic - All That's Got To Go lyrics

[Machine] Wednesday 4:20p.m [1st Lady] Don't you f**in' hang up on me! Who the f** do you think you are? You know who the f** your hangin up on? Don't f**in' hang up on me! [J.D.] I'm sick of these b**hes man [Machine] Wednesday 8:20p.m [2nd Lady] Jermaine!!!!!, where are you? [J.D.] Oh God, God, mo' b**hes You know I'm getting real sick of all these s*utty a** b**hes [DaBrat] I'm about sick of these dumb motherf**ers on bullsh** [J.D.] Well, you know b**hes be playin' to many games you know We don't play no games [DaBrat] Man f** n***as all you dumb motherf**ers trip [Chorus] [J.D.] Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait When you know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talking, deaf, and playing around [DaBrat] Now ladies (Huh?) Don't you hate When a n***a try try to f** on the first date Thinking that we mean yes when we say no And they spend no dough n***a all that's got to go [1st Verse] [DaBrat] It's funny how n***as get b**h then And wanna f** 'til their stiff dick get limb Gotta pay for my sh**, my rent, my six Love me like a love the dough with interest I don't flush with no broke n***a, regardless If its hard then it start spinnin' Keep me grinning With phat sh** We can f** 'til the spring Pop on the mack The fact is I'm a fly b**h I show that You motherf**ers would love to hit it and brat know that Some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick First think of them chicks b**h if he leave you could still breathe Through the week with a few G-Stacks easy If its me you wanna get at I'm brit at Invest is a p**y a** [Chorus] [2nd Verse] [J.D.] Now it's funny how b**hes get a n***a bent Trying to act so god damn innocent Wit all that sh** ya'll put us through And ya'll know you want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that can see through sh** I don't do sh** 'til we do sh**, rich b**h So the trickin ain't nothing And if I trick somebody f**in' Now I'm a playa I show that And what I do don't stop, you know that See a lot of ya'll trick and get caught Not me if I trick I give head on the spot On the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top See it taste good don't it So why the f** you frontin' When you know you want it [Chorus] [LaTocha Scott] When I need the money I know who to hit When I make the call you better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick 'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it [Chorus To End]