You know, see a lot of you nigga is choosy lovers
You wanna be a player in your heart
But you can't stand down on no shit like that
Check me out, say
Crop tops and flip flops, they can't stand it
You know that ass look like something from another planet
But your bare feet won't touch my square feet
Unless you runnin' after money like a track meet
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yes, sir
Ditch lil' bitches pressure, I won't treat her special
Top-notch hoes get the most, plus some extra
I'ma break her down if I catch her, stretch her
I like her driveway, she gon' do it my way
She gon' hit the highway, Sunday to Friday (I swear)
Yeah, that money comin', now them bucks bigger
They say that pussy good, but I ain't never touched it, nigga
I'm tryna keep it peak, you nigga fuck for free
She wasn't really 'bout her paper, so she wasn't for me
New Bentley, pulled it right up off the fuckin' lot
I take her anywhere in this world, nigga, but not my spot
Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)
Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)
Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)
We smokin' till it's a hot vibe (Woo)
But we ain't goin' back to my spot
Yeah, I can think of a whole lot of freaky shit we could do (We could do)
Wanna know if you can do the freaky shit she could do (She could do)
But instead I'm in here teachin', and I hope I'm reachin' you
Now get the fuck up and go get money, ho, I believe in you (Get that money, ho)
Ain't no gorilla pimpin' here, won't be no beatin' you
But if you won't be payin' me, then I will not be feedin' you
You will not be layin' me, so I will not be needin' you
And before I hit a ho, call up my inner "What Would Jesus Do?" (Hallelujah)
Don't interrupt me if I'm diggin' in the big bank bag
Ain't got nothin' to say to your partna if the bitch ain't bad
My nigga Bubba Dug came through, I'm smokin' that this ain't trash
That shit y'all smokin', yeah, that's cool and all, but this ain't that
Say somethin' 'bout me, she ain't my bitch if the bitch ain't mad
Stop talkin' to her, you trippin', you think the bitch ain't spaz
Can't go with me, but you trippin' if you think the bitch ain't ass
Know they out always fuckin' on the ho, and that's why the shit can't last
I can see you're top notch (Top notch)
Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)
But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)
So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)
Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)
I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)
We smokin' till it's a hot vibe (Woo)
But we ain't goin' back to my spot
