Yeah
I don't give a fuck about ya nigga, baby
That nigga weakAye baby, you baby
That's some good pussy we can make a new baby
Fuck you in the Maybach, fuck a room baby
I use my tongue, use your mouth, watch your tooth baby
Dick ain't proper got a lot of bodies
And the house game Hilton, got a lot of lobbies
Bitches overnight it, what you know 'bout it?
T-Raww whip out, tap outI got 'em all hooked like drugs
And all them tryin' to fuck with a young nigga
Pulled up to the club like what
Straight to V.I.P
Double cuppin' I stay too turned up
'Cause we poppin' bottles in here
Baby I'm just tryin' to party, yeah
'Cause I'm the man of the yearI'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't
I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real oneGirl I know you wanna jump up on it right there, right there
'Cause everybody in the club gettin' faded
A hundred thousand dollar tab, I'mma pay it
Girl the party's jumpin', DJ's bumpin' my shit, oh yeah
Got everybody in the club lookin' at us
I'm at the top I just climbed up the ladder, real shit
Girl you givin' me the screw face
I know them bitches hatin' you, yeah they two-faced
I know he told you not to drink but what do you say?
I know he tryin' to lock you down like me and Boosie
Fuck that nigga, my middle finger up
Fuck a rap nigga, you just want a singer, huh?
I'm with this shit and you love it
Go on and twerk some for meI'm tryin' to get a little buzz
Party poppin' and a nigga spendin' money
Hope I get fucked up
I see your girl lookin' over, at me
She wanna turn up
I can tell by the look in her face
That she ain't happy with you, nigga
And I can bet that I'm gon' get her
And I don't (I don')
I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real oneTurn, turn, turn, turn up
Stop stuntin' that nigga
We straight I got more money than that nigga
She ain't loyal 'cause he ain't me
Go to jail she gon' need me like girls get me
She want a real one, oh she want some
Look at all this money over here, she want some
She ain't thirsty
But when you that bad every chick need bags and purses
Scorpio says girl my tongue on her
Meet me all day we just press record
Ten million in two months, God bless me girl
You over there starin', next to me girl
Them hotties is flockin' it's three in the mornin'
Them bodies is poppin' she's feelin' the moment
She gotta man, I ain't worried about that
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta respectI don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one, yeah
You want a real one, yeah
You want a real oneBaby I don't really care if (I don't care bout you nigga baby)
If you gotta man (that nigga weak) 'cause
You over there starin' (I see you starin' at a nigga babe)
At me, at me, yeah
I guess your nigga too lame, huh?
Girl I bet you want a real one
You want a real one
You want a real one
Songwriters
CHRISTOPHER MAURICE BROWN, DAVID DORMAN, JAMES STEWART, JESS REED JACKSON, MICHAEL STEVENSON, TORENCE HATCHPublished by
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