Verse:] I been grindin' for weeks, ridin' with the heat I'm a real n***a I ain't hide from the beef Plus I gotta lot of tasks to the streets Got some young n***as on the ave with the D Everything for the low, sell mine for the cheap You ain't gettin' money you ain't buyin' it from me She givin' brain if she ridin' with me She say she love me but she lyin' to me But I just use her for the night then duck em' M.O.B boy we don't cuff em', we don't love em' These hoes bustin', we just f** em' We can't trust em' And I'm married to the money need a wedding ring I was broke not a kid need everything I remember when a n***a had hoop dreams n***a playin' both sides like he got 2 teams Pull off on the lot whip too clean Way I'm ballin' you would swear I had a few rings Every month I'm trying to pull up in a new thing Everyday I'm on a hunt for some new grain If I want it, I bought it, I'm ballin' These hoes keep callin', they stalkin' Look Bibby don't care what it cost him These groupie hoes won't stay off him