LYFESTYLE
Amazed cuz I'm exquisite, I love when he be in it
Before he got the coochie, he was sending triple digits
Word around town the hood knew I was off limits
I never told a soul I don't like people in my business
They always got a story when you fucking with a boss
If I'm not with em just know I ain't never take a loss
I always leave em thirsty cuz I travel with the sauce
Cold ass bitch you know I travel with the frost
When he get the draws, tell that nigga get lost
He mad because I always get the head and dip off
They say they love my lips especially when they be glistening
But when I start to talk I swear these niggas don't be listening
Wanna wife me but I don't wanna intervene it
Cus deep down inside I know these niggas, they don't mean it
Talk you out ya pants because its something in between it
Hold on to ya heart girl these niggas they be feigning
Honey from the hood I'll give you something to believe in
To substitute the love I get the money to redeem it
I make my own rules, I pick my own boos
Everything around me, you know that's what cash rules
They always talk the bad but never wanna speak the good of me
I'm a pretty bitch and they would never take the hood in me
I been showing niggas what these lame bitches couldn't
Loving his dessert ate this pussy like its pudding
Girls in the hood no we ain't feature Cuba Gooding
Fully clothe-ed on and these niggas still be wooden
Cuz this fat cat and I got something in the cushion
I don't really blame em, name a nigga that just wouldn't
Wanna eat it like he Winnie digging in the pot
Know the pussy good I got em laying with no socks
Extra good he taking out the trash with my Crocs
He know my time is limited I'm hagging with the clocks
I love a hood nigga that just travel with the glocks
That love to get his dough and don't be traveling with rocks
I never met a nigga that could battle with my pops
And if I did they might just have to battle for the spot
How you say you love me and you be so quick to cross me
Thinking I'm the bitches that be sniffling with softies
I'm the type bitch you going to be sick, sea salty
Ask my last one he fucked up when he lost me
And you might take a hit off a stick
And I might make a mill with a brick
And watch out for these niggas in the streets
I'll show you how a hood bitch live
And you might get sick off a stick
And I might make a mill off a brick
And watch out for these niggas they be sneaky, girl
I'll show you how a hood bitch live
