Roxanne Shanté - Trick or Treat lyrics

[Verse 1] So you say you got money but ain't spendin' it? Well if that's your move, fool, Shanté has been in it You gotta peep what's on display, honey And I ain't sleepin' around for sneaker money Picture me lettin' a n***a get his dick soaked Then splittin' and hittin' a mother f**er cold broke I gotta look out for self, dear Give me the riches you can keep those other b**hes on welfare Where's my props and all that? Yeah you're goddamn right that I'm a spoiled-a** brat "But Shanté, I love you, baby." But what the f** have you done for me lately? I'm not sayin' I got a fee I'm just sayin' that the p**y ain't for free I ain't tryin' to play you like a s**er But if you get in these pants, believe you paid for the motherf**er It ain't about a n***a peepin' me It's all about a n***a treatin' me and eatin' me Playin' n***as in the streets You either lick or you trick or you treat [Verse 2] A n***a can't play me like I'm soft Steady flashin' all that cash, n***a pa** off 'Cause there's no layin up if n***as ain't payin' up I'm out for the bucks, I ain't playin' ducks I'm shallow in the gifts than men give I need a place, 'cause my taste is expensive So if you crack a lot on the drug lot I want diamonds big as motherf**in' Plymouth Rock I'm [?] that slack And when their pockets ain't fat, I make em scat like a cat Shanté likes a candlelight dinner But that just ain't enough to get up in her Make me glitter if you want to hit a home run No money, you're gettin' left on a bone, son And I'll be [?] 'cause ain't nobody stiffin' me Ain't no ho-hoppin' without shoppin' at Tiffany's It's not about havin' a man up in my fanny And goin' home broke and wet all in the panties There ain't a motherf**er THAT cute To knock Shanté's boots without spendin' loot So if you make a lot of bank Remember you don't get the pretty pink without a mink So if you see me in the streets Holdin' hands with a man then he's a trick or a treat [Verse 3] Send me a limo, f** the cabs I'm only up for grabs if you got tabs So I'm tellin' all you cheapskates You can't get the case just for takin' me to beefsteaks You think [it ain't down to your knees?] But you gets one of these without G's So before my legs can crack, hit me off with a stack Or step your black n***a a** back 'Cause I got money I have to make And if you can't play the rate, then your a**'ll have to masturbate It's all about the gimme-gimme You say you want to get with the slimmy but yo your jimmy ain't goin' in me You gotta get 'em for the bucks 'Cause you only get stressed messin' around with broke f**s You want a**, the cash is first You got dead presidents baby, I got a hearse in my purse So call off Washingtons and Lincolns I want the Grants and the Benjamin Franklins So I hope your pocket's steep You [?] dick, use a trick or a treat