Ladies Leave Your Man At Home

Lyrics

[Intro] (Benji, he got Benjis) [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches I told you once before, I don't play with niggas He think I don't know, mm He think I don't know I been fuckin' with his boy on the low I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home 1942, take a shot of Patrón (Oh yeah, oh yeah) [Verse 1: DeJ Loaf] But you gotta know Everything I got, I built on my own You probably tell my business, I don't trust you at all Changed your whole image soon as we got involved I'm the one you would call Still hit my phone and I never respond I'm the one you would call (Yeah) Still hit my phone and I nеver respond I don't wanna be your friеnd Still gettin' dough Charge it to the game You know how it go Don't play with my name, mm You know how it go, yeah You know how it go You know how it go Ayy (Woah) [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches I told you once before, I don't play with niggas He think I don't know, mm He think I don't know I been fuckin' with his boy on the low I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home (Woah) 1942, take a shot of Patrón [Verse 2: Kash Doll] Look, I been feelin' like I should go and fuck a nigga, get it over with (Ayy) I ain't goin', baby, you can miss me with that goofy shit Never let a nigga do me how he did that other bitch Always talkin' shit, fuckin' hypocrite How you think you better than the next nigga (How?) Baggin' me your best move yet, it's a flex, nigga (That's right) Never had to build a bitch, came to you rocked up I been gettin' money and, nigga, ain't ever stopped nothin', fuck you thought? (Hahaha) Money talk and I'm fluent Ego trippin' got you lookin' lame, what you doin'? And you know I'm ten steps ahead of any bitch who bad You gon' lose every time how the fuck you play it (On God) Nigga, please, I'm a D-girl, don't make me hurl Bad as fuck and this pussy wet as Sea World Ladies, leave your man at home, we got new toys NBA, NFL, alphabet boys (Alphabet boys) You heard me, pussy Baby, I'm a star player, boy, you a rookie (Fuck outta here) He gon' do a little, but trust me, I do the most (Most) Send some Ace of Spades to your ho and we do a toast 'Cause she just took a lame nigga off my hands On the business is where I stand, fuck nigga [Bridge: DeJ Loaf] Get money, that's all I know Feelings about shit, I moved on, yeah I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah I moved on, yeah, so long, yeah I don't want that toxic love Make him fight for my love with boxing gloves, yeah (Woah) I know that he knows (I know that he knows) I know that he knows, yeah (I know that he knows) My heart is cold (My heart is cold) Pick 'em, eeny, miny, moe, yeah I pick 'em, eeny, miny, moe Ayy, pick 'em, eeny, miny, moe [Chorus: DeJ Loaf] He thought he was gon' treat me like his other bitches (Oh) I told you once before, I don't play with niggas He think I don't know, mm He think I don't know I been fuckin' with his boy on the low I been feelin' like, ladies, leave your man at home 1942, take a shot of Patrón (Yeah)