Why

Lyrics

[Intro: Mr. B] Yeah, Mr. B, bitch Lofty Y'all already know Let's go, let's go, let's go [Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me [Verse 1: Lofty305] Lofty came thru Basehead, brand new Snap back until Two-eighty for the O of that fire kryp I stunt, I ball Smoke blunts, I call Your bitch, she come With dro and fun Smoke one, pop two It's the Metro Zu So fresh, so true Quit lying to yourself, she don't like you [Pre-Chorus: Lofty305] I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it ride I am flying super high and do not try to kill my vibe Mr. B up on the track, do not deny, you know it ride [Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me [Verse 2: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Hey Mr. B a pimp, first of all, you know that (Damn) I ain't simping on you bitch AKA I'm porno black That's a fact, bring me stacks, that is the way you can react (Okay) Make money like a bank, bring it back, make me fat (Alright) And when I'm talking fat, bitch, I'm speaking Richie Rich (Cha-ching!) Takes a lot of fucking cash if you wanna be my bitch (That right) If that makes you discouraged, then I got a new approach (Okay) You can get with this lion, or go stay with that roach (Simp) [Bridge 1: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] We can travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things Travel to the Andes, have you pushing Bentleys Double-M, Maserati, Lambo, and them big things If you bring me big cheese, you will get the Vickies House around your neck, and a whole bunch of damn things [Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me [Verse 3: Ruben Slikk] I'm fly as I can be That's probably why your bitch wanna belong to me I got something she can feel and I'ma keep it real with these bitches though (Real with these bitches though, real with these bitches though) And don't matter what you make cause I can't be your friend unless you're fuckin' spending, ho Got your rocks off ballin' with them tricks but you better make sure my paper swoll' Bring me back my cream, keep that pussy clean And you'll live out your wildest dream (You'll live out your wildest dream) And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me And we can take this world by storm in luxury And I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me And we can take this world by storm in luxury Them haters can't see, they under you and me Just make me like yo' mousetrap, drop that cheese on me I can make your heart nut, I can be your everything Fill in those empty spaces in your life and relieve all the pain [Chorus: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me Oh why, oh why, your bitch be choosing me? I know, I know, she wanna get with me It be my clothes, my car and my weed She know just what I need, your bitch be choosing me [Outro: Mr. B the Poshstronaut] Yeah (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Pussy ass fuck-niggas (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Hah... (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) You know this shit gets tiring, you know what I'm sayin'? (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Shittin' on you niggas so hard, Metro Zu all day nigga (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) You already know what it is (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Fuck-niggas get lost (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Real niggas, you know we don't even fuck wit' y'all (My car, my clothes, my dro, my ho) Have your ho bring me some money, nigga, that's all the fuck I care about Know what I'm sayin'? I'm sure Ruben Slikk, Lofty, they can vouch for a nigga We just pimps, man, that's all it is, if you don't like it, get the fuck on What else can the fuck can we say? You know what I'm sayin'? We real ass niggas, y'all not, y'all perpetratin', nigga Anyways, man, I'm just gonna let the beat ride on y'all funk-ass niggas man 'Cause y'all can't make shit like this, you know what I'm sayin'?