Ughh 
Lately why'know how that sayin' goes 
"Be careful what you ask for in life 
'Cause you just might get it" 
Dependin' on what you ask for 
What you get you might now be able to get out it 
You heard? Ughh 
Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (ughh) 
Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night 
Make sure that he don't snitch must be up to sumpin' 
Or might be lyin' on his dick, shit 
You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy 
The head, 'til you spit yo bread and blew his dick 
Especially if he trip, shit 
Don't complain, bitch, do your thang 
And cop that range (ughh) 
When he hit you with that game 
You be like "A'ight, dude, whatever" 
And sleep on it, put like a week on it 
Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it 
Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you 
What the fuck am I to do now? 
Just lay back, like I'm that lame bitch, dude 
I'm that same bitch (uh huh) 
Don't you know? Never cross no ho 
Especially if she was Wifee and she know where that stands go 
Fuck you wildin' fo'? 
Who you stylin' fo'? 
And the truth is 
He fuckin' with the deuce kid (ughh) 
He don't know that I stick a move 
Get him wife for that Chyna White 
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him 
Yeah, we fuckin' tonight 
In the Duque, what he gawkin' and I'm truckin' tonight 
And if he sweet with the big ones, 
I'm lucky tonight 
And if he packin' like he yappin', 
I'm doin' him right 
Noreaga: 
Yo, yo, yo, yo 
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight 
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight, what 

Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely (uh huh) 
Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em 
Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that 
Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? (uh huh) 
Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that 
Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that 
Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats 
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that 
I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at?
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that 
Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money 
And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money 
It's not a game, nigga 
And like Sparkle, 
Be Careful What You Say, nigga 
The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this 
Put it down for you 
First chick he ever cried fo' 
Never had a chick that raps like this (uh huh) 
And impressed for no see 'cause streps like this (uh huh) 
And he makes a very it very clear (ughh) 
Baby mothers don't exist 
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?! 

What, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right, what 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight 
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight, what, what 

Ughh, the situation is (uh huh) 
y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit 
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness 
Pleads no fits, leaves no traces, ya heard?! 
What the fuck is this? 
Payback shit? (uh huh) 
Is it God striking me for some way back shit? 
I'm like 'Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?' (uh huh) 
And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist 
And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six 
Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (uh huh) 
Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks 
On the low, but I know that he love when I flip (ughh) 
Ya betta know how to throw the smash game 
Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name (ughh) 
Any bitch could do a nigga whole big 
Any bitch could lock up and have a kid 
Any chick could fuck a nigga despite 
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife 
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick 
And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still this chick 

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right, what 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight 
Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't right 
We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 
'Cause he just ain't tight, what