Lyrics

Don't talk to me like I'm Tiffany I see the way you treat her She can take what she want to from you Even though you got nothing to give her But I'm about done feeling small now watching this scene Tip my hat and thank you for your time I gotta give it to you all You got some big balls for a boy with a small mind Don't talk to me like I'm Tiffany I'm not a big fan of red lights I'm gon' have to hightail it 'round your gridlock honey Yeah, not for show and not for spite (but you know I might) No woman in her right mind will be told what she can't do Who gonna let the bloodhounds loose? We lost a lot of good men trying to cover their tracks But we ain't gonna waste 'em on you [Instrumental Break] Don't talk to me like I'm Tiffany Read the room 'fore you cross the line (read the room bro) Just because she pats you on the back Doesn't mean that you have a spine I'm about done standing by now, lettin' this fly Tip my hat and thank you for your time I got to give it to you all, you got some big balls For a boy with a small mind, yeah