Fed Up

Lyrics

[Intro] (Marc Boomin) [Verse 1: Peezy] Ho, I'm straight, ain't nothin' else to talk about no more I done gave you several chances, but now it's time to go I been on and off the road, busy takin' care of home And only thing your ass keep talkin' 'bout is other hoes Is you crazy? A bitch'd love to be in your shoes (Real) Bought you YSL bags, had you walkin' in Loubs Took your ass off the bus and had you ridin' in coupes (Foreign) Told you you could quit dancin' and go back to school Bitch, you lucky, 'cause all your homegirls wanna fuck me (They do) They jealous, and they know your nigga gettin' money (They know) Be real, I told you that them bitches wasn't for you They smile in your face, behind your back, they tryna hold you They like, "Girl, this bitch dumb, her nigga doin' this and that" Fuckin' everybody in the city while she sittin' back Them the same hoes in my DM tryna get it Don't listen to 'em, baby, they just hate the way you livin', you hear me? [Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will] First things first, we ain't trippin' on a ho I'm the nigga with the plan, bitch, you know how it go Give a bitch some dope dick and now she fiendin' for some more Yeah, you gotta love a bitch, you really gettin' to the dough Road runnin', she don't trip, she know what's up with me Last nigga older, but she know we can't fuck with me I don't work hard, make a bitch choose up to me Give you this game, bitch, you know you stuck with me It ain't shit to lace you in all designer shit Quick to turn a bitch up, show her the finer shit Skin boring in the city, 'bout to take a trip Big crib with the pool, go on, take a dip She got her own bag too, quick to break a slip She gon' go and get a bag and she with the shit She don't never question nothin', hand it over quick You know you gotta love a real go-getter bitch (Ayy)