You're Mine (feat. Malb)

Yeah, huh, yeah, uh, baby, you're mine Like the flowers that bloom on a vine
Baby, you're fine Pop you're shit cause these bitches just bitchin they ain't worth a dime
I want your, uh, yeah, huh, I want your mind Body and your soul
You poppin' your shit wow you on a roll, body is tea, damn, you finna blow

Damn, like you niggas just fuck bitches for a livin
I make my baby happy for a livin
I'll cut you bitches off, if she said it like, damn, uh
I get fly every day, I'm as high as the birds
My shawty a freak, she work it like a nerd

You niggas are stupid, really need a burn, uh
All I need is my money, cash, and the pesos
Do the runnin, man, cause I hate hoes
Got her a flip phone, she don't need pros
I'm a big boy with a cash flow
Hide that ass bae That's for me though
Big wave for you fuckin' cheap folks
Drop a bag or kick a rock ho

Yeah, uh, baby, you're mine Like that flowers bloom on a vine
Baby, you're fine Pop your shit cause these bitches just bitchin, they ain't worth a dime
I want your, uh, yeah, huh I want your mind, body, and your soul
You poppin' your shit wow you on a roll
Body is tea, damn, you finna blow, uh, huh

Woah, I make cash every motherfuckin' day beat up that boy, got a case
Enter the party, niggas know my face
Ain't bout the chit-chat, make a play, 500 big bucks to my name

Shit

Drop the addy That boy, he a fake, he a lame
He a bitch, he ain't put in no pain
For the game, for the game, for the game
Got a bad lil' bitch call my name
You bitches just hate for the fame
Go make that money, show that nigga he lame

Uh, yeah, huh
Go show that nigga he lame, uh, fuck, yeah

Yeah, huh, yeah, uh, baby, you're mine Like the flowers that bloom on a vine, baby, you're fine
Pop your shit cause these bitches just bitchin, they ain't worth a dime
I want your, uh, yeah, huh I want your mind, body, and your soul
You poppin' your shit wow you on a roll
Body is tea, damn, you finna blow, uh