Becky

Woke up hit a Spliff because I woke up with a bad bitch
I treat her like she average
But that's only cause I'm mad rich
Used to being with the finest women
But it's gon' be a problem
If you keep on touching this designer linen
Mind on the green like a Heineken
She need the D no vitamin
Get phone calls like
Chris there's new designer in
Been jiggy
And I been with all the foreign iggys
Pay respect to biggie
When I'm rocking my Versace shiggys

And yeah I like my women like my clothes
Comme des garçon
Rick Owen Ramones
Trench coat on like I'm Sherlock Holmes
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
B-B be the belt it's like a kidney
It came with some stones
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
Comme des garçon
Rick Owen Ramones, yeah
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
B-B be the belt it's like a kidney, uh

I'm the type of nigga keep a wife and a mistress
Got caught in a hotel room with three bitches
Quentin Tarantino nigga this a pulp fiction
Double bagged the condom
Shawty said she wanted more friction
I might be a racist cause I swear I hate niggas
And they might be some bitch
Cause I swear they date niggas
They sucking off they bros
With no hoes in the picture
But fuck it, guess they feeling special
Like a place kicker
Done with facing demons nigga now I face liquor
Place elixir in the cup
And now I'm outer space with it
9600, you cannot bang with us
Put a arrow on your head
Like a young Aang nigga
I lost my bitch to rumors
Thought I was fucking Sherane
Now I don't believe in marriage
Believing in Mary Jane
She said she like my name
She wearing it on her chain
White bitch sipping purple
That's codeine and cocaine

And yeah I like my women like my clothes
Comme des garçon
Rick Owen Ramones
Trench coat on like I'm Sherlock Holmes
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
B-B be the belt it's like a kidney
It came with some stones
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
Comme des garçon
Rick Owen Ramones, yeah
And yeah I like my women like my clothes
B-B be the belt it's like a kidney, uh

Feel like I died and came back to life
Nigga this my eulogy
Girls, girls, girls speak exotic lingo fluently
Light-skin, look like Cassie
Told her it's just you and me
Or maybe it's just me and you
I just called ***
Because she stay up on her p's and q's
Cops rolling by like nigga what you drinking
Juice?
And nigga this ain't juice