Burn Rubber on a Bitch
Yo
Ain't nothin' changed
Still on 'em
$hort, $hort
I need that
Still burnin' rubber on these bitches
Bitch
I burn rubber on a bitch and I'm out
Don't ask me what this is about (what's that?)
She ain't gon' see me again
Do it on her own, see if she could win
I'm a champ, I celebrate
Stay the fuck away from me, you hella fake
I don't care if it don't seem fair
And you don't get it, you ain't no team player, bitch
If I ain't wit' it
I'm inside her mind, but I ain't tryna hit it
She just wants sex, she wanna do me
Money comin' in, I said, "Bitch, give it to me"
If I let her keep it, she gon' spend it
I'ma take it all and I'ma keep on pimpin'
You think I got a lotta women? (Hell yeah)
Wonder why I keep havin' auditions?
Bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber (I burn rubber)
Burn rubber on that bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber, she ain't got my shit
And just like that, she's not my bitch
It ain't about money, what is it?
I don't wanna talk, bitch, it ain't about business
Tell me some shit I don't wanna hear
I gotta make a run, I'll be gone for a year
And when I'm gone, better be on your grind
Don't be lyin', 'cause bitch, I could read your mind
And when I'm back, I need all mine
She been stackin' that shit for a long time
It's Too $hort, it's like that
I send her to track, she gon' run it right back
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber (I burn rubber)
Burn rubber on that bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Ain't nothin' changed
Still on 'em
$hort, $hort
I need that
Still burnin' rubber on these bitches
Bitch
I burn rubber on a bitch and I'm out
Don't ask me what this is about (what's that?)
She ain't gon' see me again
Do it on her own, see if she could win
I'm a champ, I celebrate
Stay the fuck away from me, you hella fake
I don't care if it don't seem fair
And you don't get it, you ain't no team player, bitch
If I ain't wit' it
I'm inside her mind, but I ain't tryna hit it
She just wants sex, she wanna do me
Money comin' in, I said, "Bitch, give it to me"
If I let her keep it, she gon' spend it
I'ma take it all and I'ma keep on pimpin'
You think I got a lotta women? (Hell yeah)
Wonder why I keep havin' auditions?
Bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber (I burn rubber)
Burn rubber on that bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber, she ain't got my shit
And just like that, she's not my bitch
It ain't about money, what is it?
I don't wanna talk, bitch, it ain't about business
Tell me some shit I don't wanna hear
I gotta make a run, I'll be gone for a year
And when I'm gone, better be on your grind
Don't be lyin', 'cause bitch, I could read your mind
And when I'm back, I need all mine
She been stackin' that shit for a long time
It's Too $hort, it's like that
I send her to track, she gon' run it right back
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber (I burn rubber)
Burn rubber on that bitch
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
Burn rubber
Burnin' rubber on a bitch
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Writer(s): Todd Shaw, Arcale Turner
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