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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Curtis James Jackson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Curtis James Jackson
Composer
London Holmes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London On Da Track
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
That bitch there a door knob, ****, we all get a turn
Fuck you catching feelings for? I mean when your ass'll learn?
That pussy community, community
[Verse 2]
While you be all in her DM, ****, she be all in my BM, ****
You be all in your feelings 'bout it like when I see him I'm kill this ****
I'm on three-way like, you hear this ****?
I should take the bitch back and clip the ****
Pussy make him not pay attention, you punk bitch go with this ****
[Verse 3]
I throw bands, bitch, these hoes love me, I fuck a bad bitch till she ugly
Put the pussy in recovery I’m like, now what you think of me?
**** goin’ out just to talk to these hoes
Blowin’ big bankrolls on clothes
Now they wonder where the money at
Yeah, the motherfucking money that they had from the re-up gone
[Verse 4]
I don't do no stalkin'
I don't cuff no hoes, tell a bitch keep walkin'
I don't do much talkin'
Right now I'm flossin', I do this often
Gotta flex on a bitch
Tag team, I got next on a bitch (I got next)
I ain't stressing a bitch
But every now and then I blow a check on a bitch
[Verse 5]
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
[Verse 6]
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (Yeah, yeah)
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 7]
Shawty playin', she lame for that
She ain't have to put a **** name in that
Beefin' over these bitches, not me
Nah, ****, I ain't came for that
We don't talk to no pillows, ****
We brought all these bitches with us
You act like you got all the hoes
But all I see is **** with you
[Verse 8]
She don't like when you pullin' on her
She like me, I'm pullin' up
I act like I don't want her
You act like you can't get enough
That bitch there like dopeboys
If you got money she goin' for it
I drink that ho, her head so good
She gon' have you there like, oh, Lord
All this time you ain't on
I done bought her shit you can't afford
[Verse 9]
She take pictures with your money
But you tell her she can't throw it
All you **** don't panic
I'm just tryna understand it
I must take these hoes for granted
Or you **** just so romantic
[Verse 10]
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
[Verse 11]
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (Yeah, yeah)
Now do it, baby, do it, baby (Do it, do it)
Do it, baby, do it (Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Curtis James Jackson, London Holmes