Will-A-Fool - I Got Yo b**h lyrics

Dude: f** you then god damn b**h I don't need you Mother f**er, you ain't sh**! b**h: Baby just calm down calm down I'ma call you back in 30 minutes ok Dude: 30 minutes? please come back Please baby baby please please baby come back I'll be over there in 5 minutes Why you keep f**ing on that n***a? I love you gurl god damn it! [hook] A quarter million worth of ice I got yo b**h with me n***a Whole brick around my wrist I got yo b**h with me n***a When i smash off in that coupé I got yo b**h with me n***a Im throwing money out the roof I got yo b**h with me n***a I got yo b**h, I got yo b**h with me n***a I got yo b**h, I got yo b**h with me n***a I got yo b**h, I got yo b**h with me n***a I got yo b**h, I got yo b**h with me n***a Verse 1 [Future] Jury got me high, I don't wanna come down I'm fresh like a dope boy smoking out a pound These shots cause a racket Got designer on my back Got them goons in the front I make a hunned k a month I'm a young boss n***a and I gotta prove a point I'm kicking sh** with yo b**h backstage smoking joints Louie V around my waist, Im an A1 maniac I got the city on my back I got your city on my back I got these b**hes on my back They on the stage doing a tootsie roll I controlled all my hoes, no remote control She had your heart inside her panties and she let it go I'm leaving out the club and I'm like "let it go" [Hook] Verse 2 [Rocko] If your b**h pop up on my radar then I'ma f** her They be like "Rocko?...I hate that little f**er" Better move it to a ? if you love her I f** on the counter not under the cover Damn babe we low key we undercover She could stand low wit you my n***a oh I love her I f** her in the runner i don't need incidentals Only no deposit i could f** her in the closet Pull off exhausted can't believe you sproused it I f** her on the house my n***a how you house that I let you n***as lay up, I just slam If you don't give a f** i don't give a damn [Hook] Verse 3 [Future] I'm lit up like a stadium Balling on gymnasium We're smashing in the coupe I got your b**h im about to play with her Jimmy Choo gon stay on her Another b**h gon lay on her Quarter million worth of diamond yeh you know Im cold as f** Im fly as f** you know it up you little dots dont make enough Go to gucci buy it up a gram of kush i roll it up My purple cup dirtier than her i like it when they steady And i love my drank muddy Do the dash with my buddies throwing money out the roof It ain't up for discussion and I can scoop her when I want to I can hit her when I want to Future hotter than sauna Driving fast like daytona With your b**h turn the corner we at the W I'm putting it on [Hook] Done by Lucas B