My B

Lyrics

[Intro] (This a KashFlow production) (LMC) [Verse 1: Cootie] She know I got plenty of hoes, but still play her position (Still play her position) Used to call her phone, the sack comes on that I left in the kitchen (That I left in the kitchen) Always on the road, we gone weeks at a time when I'm on business (When I'm on business) That was back she used to give me all her taxes just to flip it (Taxes) Found some plug, then came back home, fuck up the streets and got to it Kept it solid, never called the law, the days, we into it (Oh) Fuck the good, she be so turnt, her neighbors hate when we do it On top of that, she love that trap, she love to fuck to my music (She love to fuck to my music) We smokin' blunts in the jacuzzi, mini Draco, we coolin' Ain't got much time, I grab that iron and show her signs how to use it (Signs how to use it) I left her somethin' to put inside her bag, how real niggas do it (How real niggas do it) No lovey dovey, back to trappin', ain't got time for no more (Ain't got time for no more) [Chorus: Cootie & BiC Fizzle] But that's my motherfuckin' bitch and can't nobody tell me different (No, tell me different) Stash it in the crib, I bet a gram won't come up misin' (I bet, won't come up missin') She know I'm that nigga, been down with me since the trenches Went from slangin' a few rose to movin' motherfuckin' chickens (Hey) But that's my motherfuckin' bitch and can't nobody tell me different (No, tell me different) Stash it in the crib, I bet a gram won't come up misin' (I bet, won't come up missin') She know I'm that nigga, been down with me since the trenches Went from slangin' a few rose to movin' motherfuckin' chickens (BiC Fizzle) [Verse 2: BiC Fizzle] She know I got options, she got options, that's my nigga I can leave a hundred briefs with her, I know it's confidential Stay down with me, I should boost your status, uh-huh These hoes can't fuck with you, know your mama made one of them ones We make moves when we do it, so much noise like we into it Put my 30 on the dresser, stretch it to some gangster music Got our phone on DND, that's twin 'nem, uh-huh She know I got plenty of 'em, say, them hoes, not of her [Chorus: Cootie] But that's my motherfuckin' bitch and can't nobody tell me different (No, tell me different) Stash it in the crib, I bet a gram won't come up misin' (I bet, won't come up missin') She know I'm that nigga, been down with me since the trenches Went from slangin' a few rose to movin' motherfuckin' chickens (Hey) But that's my motherfuckin' bitch and can't nobody tell me different (No, tell me different) Stash it in the crib, I bet a gram won't come up misin' (I bet, won't come up missin') She know I'm that nigga, been down with me since the trenches Went from slangin' a few rose to movin' motherfuckin' chickens (Chickens)