That's So Raven

I don't play the radio no more
Do no favors no more
Gotta pay what you weigh in this bitch
I ain't got shame no more
Put the medal to the floor
Thinking I'm gone wait on a bitch
I don't spit game no more
Be debating no more
Better watch what you say in this bitch
You don't keep it pimping no more
See the vision no more
Had to that's so raven a bitch
Aye

Fuck me real good she understood the assignment
When you gone take me to a beach or a island
When you gone take me around to meet yo mama
When you gone take me around to meet Big Sean them
When you gone let a bad bitch come find ya
What
Man he stay fresh he a real big timer
Maybe his net worth really a million dollars
Shawty put carne asada and cheese on top of my grits
She want me to sleep inside her
Then wake up in the morning like what did I miss
Not a grand riser
But I stopped saying good morning cuz it don't exist
Asking for the plug but you ain't even let me borrow a charger before I was rich
In a black tee like it's 2006
Brother had a Grand Prix with the five percent tint
Stacked my little chips and stayed out the mix
I was trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
You is not my opp
Especially if you wanna sit here and beef bout a bitch
Talking bout the block is hot
If ain't five hundred degrees
You ain't talking bout shit but

I don't play the radio no more
Do no favors no more
Gotta pay what you weigh in this bitch
I ain't got shame no more
Put the medal to the floor
Thinking I'm gone wait on a bitch
I don't spit game no more
Be debating no more
Better watch what you say in this bitch
You don't keep it pimping no more
See the vision no more
Had to that's so raven a bitch

Still in the hood trying to improve the environment
When you gone say you ain't made for retirement
Circle too small ain't no way to get around it
Niggas too fake throw shade from behind ya
When you gone say it ain't safe get from round here
What
When you gone give me more head than ya bonnet
Stay cutting up call Aj for the line up
Uh
Mama had me and Ronnie but I gotta give it up to Chris
Destiny was pre decided so even when shit got rowdy
I stuck to the script
Life gotta way to remind ya
Never forget how much harder this shit can get
Real G's move in silence
But I think it's bout time I pop my shit
In a black tee like it's 2006
Brother had a Grand Prix with the five percent tint
Stacked my little chips and stayed out the mix
I was trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cent
You is not my opp
Especially if you wanna sit here and beef bout a bitch
Talking bout the block is hot
If ain't five hundred degrees
You ain't talking bout shit but

I don't play the radio no more
Do no favors no more
Gotta pay what you weigh in this bitch
I ain't got shame no more
Put the medal to the floor
Thinking I'm gone wait on a bitch
I don't spit game no more
Be debating no more
Better watch what you say in this bitch
You don't keep it pimping no more
See the vision no more
Had to that's so raven a bitch