Gucci Mane - T.A.B lyrics

Intro (I train a b**h to s** your dick and take your rollie off your wrist) [Hook: Gucci Mane] I train a b**h to s** your dick and take your rollie off your wrist Yeah she on that kinky sh**, co*ky bizness of the b**h I pimp a b**h, a stripper b**h, I thank the lord I cop the b**h I made 300 off the b**h, I bought the b**h a anklet I Train a b**h X8 [Verse 1: Fune$to] I take ya b**h, its simple n***a all they want is dough In my pockets, shorty she seen that green & now she trying to go (Woah) greedy chick that chew me Ask about her she blew me Whipped it out she said shoot me now my kids locked in like they juvies Straight, home-wrecker that house fall when I come around I Give her back, & thats hand me downs, I'm da hottest n***a i burnt her out I Tell a b**h if she f** around with them f**arounds she get f**ed An if she going rounds , w/ all my rounds she going bust .. (but ain't shootin) With that brain she ain't stupid... She uh make a n***a lose it... And; she do it for the mula SHE Could blow a couple fuses And i trained the b**h like my dog My old b**hes that's gone..... Them b**hes changing like seasons, I See All Them (autumn) in that Fall Should never trust ya b**h n***a , you might think she f**in w /ya When she get a couple figures, she goin crop you out da picture. If ya service bad y'all might f** around & go lose connection Don't you search for ya past b**h, for a future reference [Hook] [Verse 2: Fune$to] See I'm a rapping god, bet ya b**hes love my songs Red carpet, when I walk, I can tell you I'm a star No night sky, but them stars out .. I took ya b**h & went far out Wanna go the distance w/ me girl you should've never took that hard route (forreal...) I trained ya b**h, straight tamed ya b**h. now that b**h crazy She a animal, an i got the cage when I let her lose she try chase the wages The motto homie, say f** a b**h, make it rain first now that's 2nd nature I take ya b**h straight schooled the p**y an pa**ed the b**h I graduated Congratulations' I did it ho, who the f** I do it for? The love of money, that's cupid dough. if you can't ride better cruise control You choosin hoes, ain't worth sh** . . got n***as thinking you perfect I'm a rap god on my church sh**, an all these b**hes going worship [Fune$to Talking] The moral of the story forreal yo, you really can't trust every b**h out here, you think they're with you when they're not. Ain't nobody safe man [Hook]