My Spot

You know
See a lot of you niggas is choosy lovers
You wanna be a player in your heart
But you can't stand down on no shit like that

Check me out, say
Crop tops and flip flops, They can't stand it
You know that ass look like something from another planet
But your bare feet won't touch my square feet
Unless you runnin' after money like a track meet
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yes sir
This lil' bitch is pressure
I won't treat her special
Top-notch hoes get the most, plus some extra
I'ma break her down if I catch her, stretch her
I like her driveway, she gon' do it my way
She gon' hit the highway, Sunday to Friday
Yeah, that money comin', now them bucks bigger
They say that pussy good, but I ain't never touched it, nigga
I'm tryna keep it P, you niggas fuck for free
She wasn't really by the paper, so she wasn't for me
New Bentley pulled it right up off the fuckin' lot
I take her anywhere in this world, nigga, but not my spot

Yeah, I can see your top notch (top notch)
Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (not my spot)
Yeah, I can see your top notch (top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop-top (drop-top)
We smokin' 'til it's a high vibe (woo)
But we ain't goin' back to my spot (my spot)
I can think of a whole lot of freaky shit we could do (we could do)
Wanna know if you can do the freaky shit she could do (she could do)
But instead I'm in here teachin' and I hope I'm reachin' you
Now get the fuck up and go get money
Ho, I believe in you (get that money, ho)
Ain't no gorilla pimpin' here, won't be no beatin' you
But if you won't be payin' me, then I will not be feedin' you
You will not be layin' me, so I will not be needin' you
And before I hit the ho call up my inner
What would Jesus do? (Hallelujah)
Don't interrupt me if I'm diggin' in the big bank bag
Ain't got nothin' to say to your potty if the bitch ain't bad
My nigga Bubba Dug came through, I'm smokin' that this ain't trash
That shit y'all smokin', yeah, that's cool and all
But this ain't that
Say somethin' 'bout me, she ain't my bitch if the bitch ain't mad
Stop talkin' to her, you trippin', you think the bitch ain't spaz
Can't go with me, but you trippin' if you think the bitch ain't ass
Y'all always fuckin' on the ho and that's why the shit can't last

I can see you top notch (top notch)
You lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (not my spot)
Yeah, I can see you top notch (top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop top (drop top)
We smokin' 'til it's a hot vibe (woo)
But we ain't goin' back to my spot (woo)



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Writer(s): Marcus Edwards, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Xabian Oneil Woods
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