Heh Heh
Ha ha hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too
Greedy greedy greedy,
tryna have that kick in the...
LITERALLY!
Yo check this out you greedy mother f***er
I changed all the credit cards
Switched the locks to all my doors
You thought my heart would be destroyed
Look around cause I'm chillin' boy
What you gonna get your lawyers for?
I make some dough and just wanna show you know
Your lawyers shoulda let you know you know
When you sue me, you gon' be broke you know
I'm so excited you could bring me down
easy Any chip that you stick is real sleazy
Before I need you I bet you gon' need me
You ain't want me anyway you wanna be me
What made you think I'd keep you around while
I Work my a** off and you just lounge huh?
You slump bum son of a gun and uh How much you worth?
I think negative done
Stopped you living to break into hollards Babies leave a love,
sex pistol
Hollerin' at everything that works No slip stance,
just small talk
Nobody been on the girls behind You got a sleazy lunch with mine
Working with people you think you'll
find Who's the one with you tonight?
Oh oh oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next fight like?
Oh oh oh, who you gonna lie to?
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you tryna keep in the home?
Oh oh oh, what you gonna tell her?
After she discovers you don't really love her
Oh oh oh,
it's gonna be a slow down love child
Like last time I saw you she be like
I bet you think this song is about you
I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?
I'm doing better without you And I'm happy without you
Oh oh oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next fight like?
Oh, you're gonna like to, you're gonna cheat on,
that's what I'm talking about.
Oh,
what you gonna tell her after she discovers
you don't really love her.
Oh, it's gonna be a slowdown like that.
Shut up.
You must have thought you had game like, what?
Walking around like you down,
you don't give a *.
But you really won't be able to take it to the street.
See,
I'm a lover,
not a fighter,
but I call it titties.
Boy, please, please, nah, don't bother me.
Because when you have me,
you ain't know how to chill with me.
You're one of these in the street with the freak knees.
But now you all up on them knees still talking me.
But I'm a real,
real,
real,
keep it real,
what the deal,
how you feel,
is you ill,
is you sick.
Cause I'm still here,
whip and peel,
and it's real,
don't front,
cause boy,
I'm the *.
I'm doing better without you,
and I'm happy without you,
and this song is about you, player.
Son of a gun.
Got a chip up on your shoulder,
I just knocked it off.
Show me what you're gonna do,
I ain't about to run.
You just run out of ammunition.
Shield in place now,
son of a gun.
Missy, Janet, Blondie.
Oh,
you're gonna give it to who you gonna steal it from.
Crying.
No,
no,
no,
no,
no,
it's not what you say,
it's what you do.
You're so clean.
You probably think this song is about you,
don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
This song is about you, don't you?
Don't you?
Don't you?
Ha ha hoo hoo, thought you'd get the money too.
Greeting,
greeting,
greeting,
try to have that kick in you.
I'm gone.