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[Intro: FMB DZ] ITrez on the track (Cali shit, nigga, this another one) Another one Another one Tay B 'Nother one, huh [Verse 1: FMB DZ] Lil' baby so loyal, I'ma make sure she good She take care of my business, drop off bags in the hood Come back, bring me dinner, suck my dick, roll my 'Wood Lil' bitch, I got pull, bank account stay on full She a bully in them sheets, put your baby right to sleep Somethin' crazy on her feet, take a trip to South Beach She got her own, she don't leech, she's a bitch I wanna keep Blow the doors off the Jeep, fuck her 'til her legs weak Keep it low, we discreet, only a few places we meet She cut you off, she said you cheap, now she wantin' me and me Your ass wanted beef with me, you will get shot like G or P Make you say ugh like Master P, you will get killed fuckin' with me, nigga [Verse 2: Tay B] Yeah, she keep on runnin' back to a real nigga She know, know what it is with me She know I'm the one that can deal with her Yeah, jumped on my shit and rode real ign'ant I'm a mil' ticket You had somebody in the past with a lil' nigga? She said I got up all in her and it feel different My daddy been gone seven years and I'm still winnin' I probably shed a couple tears, but I'm still a man You probably hatin' on the low, but you still a fan Your mans leave a sack around and you be stealin' grams Chop your fuckin' hands off, bet you won't steal again Lame niggas do not deserve bad bitches Just because you got some cash don't mean you not a ham, nigga Hers soft and yours hard, that's the ass difference My girl got money, yours don't, that's the cash difference She got her own Rollie, ain't no nigga bought her She got her own hustle, man, ain't no nigga taught her My bitch is smarter, them other hoes garbage My plug numbers retarded, don't give a fuck what yours charge you, nigga With you, the pussy be dry, me, I make her melt I make the pussy stretch, you just make her stretch She playin' roles with you, she can't be herself I'm done with childish hoes, think I need a M.I.L.F. I fuck her good sober, I don't need a pill These thousands ain't enough, I think I need a mil' Half on a baby, want my son, that's just how she feel But these lil' niggas is my sons, man, let's keep it real Yeah, old bitches be on ham shit Huh, stalkin' my page off they friend's shit Heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan shit But I'll never love you, let my mans hit Now this bitch actin' a trip, why did I give her the dick? Now this bitch actin' a fool, she don't know what to do She gon' let me fuck, then run back to you Huh, she keep runnin' back to you