Why
Yeah, Mr. B, bitch
Lofty
Y'all already know
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Lofty came through
Basshead, brand new
Snap back until
Two-eighty for the O of that fire kryp'
I stunt, I ball (you know I ball)
Smoke blunts, I call
Your bitch, she come
With dro' and fun
Smoke one, pop two
It's the Metro Zu
So fresh, so true
Quit lying to yourself, she don't like you
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Hey! Mr. B a pimp, first of all, you know that (damn)
I ain't simping on you bitch a.k.a. I'm porno black
That's a fact, bring me stacks, that is the way you can react (okay)
Make money like a bank, bring it back, make me fat (alright)
And when I'm talking fat, bitch, I'm speaking Richie Rich (cha-ching!)
Takes a lot of fucking cash if you wanna be my bitch (that right)
If that makes you discouraged, then I got a new approach (okay)
You can get with this lion, or go stay with that roach (simp)
We can travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things
Travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
I'm fly as I can be
That's probably why your bitch wanna belong to me
I got something she can feel
And I'ma keep it real with these bitches, though
(Real with these bitches, though, real with these bitches, though)
And don't matter what you make 'cause I can't be your friend
Unless you're fuckin' spending, ho
Got your rocks off ballin' with them tricks
But you better make sure my paper swoll'
Bring me back my cream, keep that pussy clean
And you'll live out your wildest dream (you'll live out your wildest dream)
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
Them haters can't see, they under you and me
Just make me like yo' mousetrap, drop that cheese on me
I can make your heart nut, I can be your everything
Fill in those empty spaces in your life and relieve all the pain
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho
Yeah, pussy ass fuck-niggas (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Haah! (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
You know this shit gets tiring, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shittin' on you niggas so hard, Metro Zu all day nigga
You already know what it is (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Fuck-niggas get lost (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Real niggas, you know we don't even fuck with y'all
Have your ho bring me some money, nigga, that's all the fuck I care about
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure Ruben Slikk, Lofty
They can vouch for a nigga
We're just pimps, man, that's all it is, if you don't like it, get the fuck on
What else can the fuck can we say? You know what I'm sayin'?
We real ass niggas, y'all not, y'all perpetratin', nigga
Anyways, man, I'm just gonna let the beat ride on y'all funk-ass niggas man
'Cause y'all can't make shit like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
Lofty
Y'all already know
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Lofty came through
Basshead, brand new
Snap back until
Two-eighty for the O of that fire kryp'
I stunt, I ball (you know I ball)
Smoke blunts, I call
Your bitch, she come
With dro' and fun
Smoke one, pop two
It's the Metro Zu
So fresh, so true
Quit lying to yourself, she don't like you
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right
I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe
Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it right
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Hey! Mr. B a pimp, first of all, you know that (damn)
I ain't simping on you bitch a.k.a. I'm porno black
That's a fact, bring me stacks, that is the way you can react (okay)
Make money like a bank, bring it back, make me fat (alright)
And when I'm talking fat, bitch, I'm speaking Richie Rich (cha-ching!)
Takes a lot of fucking cash if you wanna be my bitch (that right)
If that makes you discouraged, then I got a new approach (okay)
You can get with this lion, or go stay with that roach (simp)
We can travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things
Travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys
Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things
If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies
House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
I'm fly as I can be
That's probably why your bitch wanna belong to me
I got something she can feel
And I'ma keep it real with these bitches, though
(Real with these bitches, though, real with these bitches, though)
And don't matter what you make 'cause I can't be your friend
Unless you're fuckin' spending, ho
Got your rocks off ballin' with them tricks
But you better make sure my paper swoll'
Bring me back my cream, keep that pussy clean
And you'll live out your wildest dream (you'll live out your wildest dream)
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me
And we can take this world by storm in luxury
Them haters can't see, they under you and me
Just make me like yo' mousetrap, drop that cheese on me
I can make your heart nut, I can be your everything
Fill in those empty spaces in your life and relieve all the pain
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me?
I know, I know, she wanna get with me
It be my clothes, my car and my weed
She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me
My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho
Yeah, pussy ass fuck-niggas (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Haah! (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
You know this shit gets tiring, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shittin' on you niggas so hard, Metro Zu all day nigga
You already know what it is (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Fuck-niggas get lost (my car, my clothes, my dro, my ho)
Real niggas, you know we don't even fuck with y'all
Have your ho bring me some money, nigga, that's all the fuck I care about
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure Ruben Slikk, Lofty
They can vouch for a nigga
We're just pimps, man, that's all it is, if you don't like it, get the fuck on
What else can the fuck can we say? You know what I'm sayin'?
We real ass niggas, y'all not, y'all perpetratin', nigga
Anyways, man, I'm just gonna let the beat ride on y'all funk-ass niggas man
'Cause y'all can't make shit like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
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Writer(s): Robert Thompson
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