James Fauntleroy - That's What I Get lyrics

[Verse 1] I met this b**h in LA shopping on Melrose She had designer clothes on and some French tip toes She was slim up in the waist and drove a pink Mustang But all she wanted me to do was buy her weed all day I met this b**h in NY she was oh so fly Front row at fashion week was her favorite pastime All she talked about was dressin Express and her favorite lines But little did I know she had a million other guys Then this b**h out in the A with a big ol ghetto booty Always wanted to do me Kept it wet like a jacuzzi Had to switch to her hips, carried herself like a lady Then the homies finally told me she a stripper and she crazy Now It's LA, NY, Atlanta kind of b**hes That love stripping and clubbing, and tanning kind of b**hes It don't matter where they from or if they shape is different They all got a quality that just comes up missing [Chorus] x2 That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes No matter how bad she is, it's a bad ending (Can't trust you) Can't trust a big bu*t and a smile But f** it write your number down [Verse 2] Met this b**h in the IE used to work at the mills Part time, went to college, Cal State in the hills b**h would claim she always studying so we would just be texting Til I seen her in the club sipping drink in Game section Met this b**h in DC on paper she travel weekly Always listen to Lauryn Hill and Dilla on the CD Said she don't know nobody and that she just a fan Then I seen her backstage with the credentials I had I met this b**h out in Miami crazy body she be tannin She party with the best of em and drink what she was handed And you know how it go I thought she was the best Til I seen her court side three seats to the left It go IE, DC, Miami kind of b**hes That watch Love and Hip Hop and Ballin kind of b**hes It don't matter where they from or if they shape is different They all got a quality that just comes up missing [Chorus] x2 That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes That's what I get for falling in love with bad b**hes No matter how bad she is, it's a bad ending (Can't trust you) Can't trust a big bu*t and a smile But f** it write your number down