Think Big
Yeah, uh, slapperz entertainment, bitch
Huh, yeah, yeah
Freak, bitch, slut, hoe, what the fuck you want, though
Only fuck one time, why you at my front door
Ain't got time just to fuck with a bitch
Don't you see me on the grind, nigga, tryna get chips
DM, FaceTime, always blowin' up my line
When I see your number on my phone, bet I hit decline
Hit all your homegirls, why you still trippin', though
Guess it was the dick got you actin' like a silly hoe
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that's really with the shit
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that really is a crip
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that really tow a gun
Bitch, this shit for real, I don't do this shit for fun
Think big, bitch, see me always talkin' shit
But always wanna fuck with this crip
Think big, bitch, I'm always talkin' shit
And you're always still fuckin' with this crip
I got hoes on top of hoes, groupie after groupie
Bitches just hittin' me to make another movie
Callin' me the don dada, cause I got her done proper
Done made her friends holla
Don't you see I'm full-throttle
I got jewelry on my neck, jewelry on my wrist
Ice a nigga out or don't fuck with me, bitch
I know them others ain't the same, Im one in a million
Wipe a nigga down with a blue rag, I'm crippin
I'd rather be with you
That's what she say, this is what she say
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
You stupid, that motherfucker
I'd rather be with you
That's what she say, this is what she say
Naw you ain't the one
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
And another thing, you really got me fucked up
Why you didn't tell me that the homie tried to fuck
It really don't matter that he did though
But now you see why you the bitch I ain't with, ho
Think big, bitch
You see me always talkin' shit, you always wanna fuck with this crip
Think big, bitch
I'm always talkin' shit, you always still fuckin' with this crip
It was four plays late nights, no, you ain't sleepin' right
Still reminiscin' on the way that I laid the pipe
Man, I led you on, did you wrong
Cause I seen you in that thong
Casamigo will have a nigga trippin' in another zone
And the pussy is regular, head is regular
Your best friend is your number one competitor
You got issue after issue, your baby daddy don't miss you
All them fake tears, bitch, go grab a tissue
bitch
That's what you say, this is what you say
You stupid, then a motherfucker
That's what you say, this is what you say
Yep
Nah, you ain't the one, bitch
Think big, bitch
You crazy, bitch
You crazy, ho
You crazy, bitch
Just leave me alone
Huh, yeah, yeah
Freak, bitch, slut, hoe, what the fuck you want, though
Only fuck one time, why you at my front door
Ain't got time just to fuck with a bitch
Don't you see me on the grind, nigga, tryna get chips
DM, FaceTime, always blowin' up my line
When I see your number on my phone, bet I hit decline
Hit all your homegirls, why you still trippin', though
Guess it was the dick got you actin' like a silly hoe
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that's really with the shit
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that really is a crip
She say she'd rather be with a nigga that really tow a gun
Bitch, this shit for real, I don't do this shit for fun
Think big, bitch, see me always talkin' shit
But always wanna fuck with this crip
Think big, bitch, I'm always talkin' shit
And you're always still fuckin' with this crip
I got hoes on top of hoes, groupie after groupie
Bitches just hittin' me to make another movie
Callin' me the don dada, cause I got her done proper
Done made her friends holla
Don't you see I'm full-throttle
I got jewelry on my neck, jewelry on my wrist
Ice a nigga out or don't fuck with me, bitch
I know them others ain't the same, Im one in a million
Wipe a nigga down with a blue rag, I'm crippin
I'd rather be with you
That's what she say, this is what she say
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
You stupid, that motherfucker
I'd rather be with you
That's what she say, this is what she say
Naw you ain't the one
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
And another thing, you really got me fucked up
Why you didn't tell me that the homie tried to fuck
It really don't matter that he did though
But now you see why you the bitch I ain't with, ho
Think big, bitch
You see me always talkin' shit, you always wanna fuck with this crip
Think big, bitch
I'm always talkin' shit, you always still fuckin' with this crip
It was four plays late nights, no, you ain't sleepin' right
Still reminiscin' on the way that I laid the pipe
Man, I led you on, did you wrong
Cause I seen you in that thong
Casamigo will have a nigga trippin' in another zone
And the pussy is regular, head is regular
Your best friend is your number one competitor
You got issue after issue, your baby daddy don't miss you
All them fake tears, bitch, go grab a tissue
bitch
That's what you say, this is what you say
You stupid, then a motherfucker
That's what you say, this is what you say
Yep
Nah, you ain't the one, bitch
Think big, bitch
You crazy, bitch
You crazy, ho
You crazy, bitch
Just leave me alone
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Writer(s): Torrie Jackson
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