Lyrics

[Verse: 100s] You need to see way more than nigga rich, flip my bitch Ho, you ain't seen a flick of wrist, all that Them bitches know that I take 'em where they get bought at Where niggas ball at, all that Don't you hate that? Getting calls while you're betting on a racetrack I must admit it was a little hotter that day Me and the miss was on the bitter, that day At the gym when I came up on that head master Getting it up on the stairmaster I said hold on bitch before you hit that threadmill And told her some shit that probably got her wet still She had a small pussy but she could still take it You ain't got to ball yet, the bitch could still make it Now watch me make a toast to all that With so many White girls they think it's self hatred See I keep it tied up for the lames, that's the game I prefer it fried up before I came, it's a lane While I just sit back and you and the real daddy compete for the name Me in a steel Caddy report to the gang Cause I been been bad, smelling her pussy you know I been [?] Maybe in the future all my hoes will be skin tagged Carrying big bags before I cancel them sim bad Thick head, she got some Indian in her And I fucked her so good it brought out the Indian in her I know my uncle be mad when it be ass instead of that Niece up in the back, singing 99 Aim it at the game, not the player with the hatred Mad she was getting hers while y'all were still dating Now watch me make a toast to all that With so many Black girls, they think it's self hatred