I Don't Want

See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends
And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends
If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the fuck on
If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone

I need a boss bitch, when I get her now we bosses
Ya'll ain't bout no business quit bullshittin you just talking
He stay with his momma, she drive her baby daddy's car
Small time hustlers, bunch of pennies in the candy jar
My bitch take a quarter and flip it to a whole thang
Your street credit fucked up, everything in your bro name
I ball no Rogaine swerve a big thang in your lane
Mind your business for that 40 tap tap tap on your brain
My bitch by the bar out you come with your hand out
I don't wear fitteds cuz I don't fit in i'm 6'2 I stand out
I need two to get one off, if it don't do it, it's a one off
I'm getting top wit her top off, yak on the rocks and my rocks off
ATM receipt look like it gave me it's phone number
You don't call no shots you tried, they told you the wrong number
They go sign me for what damn that's a long number
I been hot since you knew me boy that's a long summer

See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends
And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends
If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the fuck on
If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone

You ain't a boss you a worker you ain't getting money what's your purpose
Before I throw that ass in a circle I'mma need your trap jumping like a hurdle
Name a drop then the package there MOV that's action there
Money over everything yeah that's the caption there
Never gave two fucks about a fuck nigga trying to cash out to make bucks nigga
You lil little bitty bitches talk too much shit get your cash up then we can politic
Ain't no feelings like dealing with a badder bitch upgraded from a 10 not average
Ain't dealing with a nigga just to have some shit but only dealing with a nigga who can bag that shit
You fuck boys wanna get at her right
Let me see you flip a OZ to a kilo of white
Chef Ramsey in the kitchen let me see what it's like
You bitches better have my money by the end of the night
I spit bars like bricks just to weigh it on the scale don't fuck with you bitches cuz you kiss and tell
Say you ain't a fan of me well bitch i'm the fan to be, anytime she step in that's the way to be
Fucking with her is a no go, I call up my mans tell him it's a go
Never caught her slipping anybody can get it kill em

See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends
And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends
If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the fuck on
If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone



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Writer(s): William Eichelberger
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