cuz I got a little money, can't see it for
the likes of my eyes. (2X)
Chorus
1st Verse:
Damn! Can't even get out the door good,
she's on my line hittin' me on my hip at least
about five to six times. Tryin' find a way to
slide in to my busy schedule she say and what's
up for the day but um, being the player that I
am I keep my game face on, paper's not long
it's mandle my hustle's strong, so it's off to
scoopski got a G, got a homie that'll give us that
love on the quota-P, but when the mission is
complete the baby week and see if it's really
all good like you say, don't play with me. Got me
fucked with the wrong dick and the wrong clit,
crossin' my path and no doubt will get that ass
kicked, still on a mission therefore I gotta have it
trick nothin' but yourself the sucka's at the store
on the shell schemin' for the wealth that you know
is on the way but back on up, I'm not the payer, I gets
paid.
Chorus
2nd Verse:
Back in the days it was you that wouldn't speak,
now you breakin' your neck to see what's up for
the week, you should have been down, that's on
the real right from the jump, but now I got to treat you
like a toss-up who's caught up. You got some nerve
to be actin' like it's all good, I see your phony side as
I slide through the neighborhood. Miss Goody-Good
I wish you would think would get some love from this way,
you better keep away. Man, didn't they know that they
eyes are the window to they soul, you dirty-low-down
ice water cold, person that I used to see, eating my
dust as I mash, it's all about the family makin' cash.
