My Spot (feat. Z-Ro)

You know, see a lot of you **** is choosy lovers

You wanna be a player in your heart

But you can't stand down on no shit like that

Check me out, say

Crop tops and flip flops, they can't stand it

You know that ass look like something from another planet

But your bare feet won't touch my square feet

Unless you runnin' after money like a track meet

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yes, sir

Ditch lil' bitches pressure, I won't treat her special

Top-notch hoes get the most, plus some extra

I'ma break her down if I catch her, stretch her

I like her driveway, she gon' do it my way

She gon' hit the highway, Sunday to Friday (I swear)

Yeah, that money comin', now them bucks bigger

They say that pussy good, but I ain't never touched it, ****

I'm tryna keep it peak, you **** fuck for free

She wasn't really 'bout her paper, so she wasn't for me

New Bentley, pulled it right up off the fuckin' lot

I take her anywhere in this world, ****, but not my spot

Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)

Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)

But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)

So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)

Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)

I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)

We smokin' till it's a hot vibe (Woo)

But we ain't goin' back to my spot

Yeah, I can think of a whole lot of freaky shit we could do (We could do)

Wanna know if you can do the freaky shit she could do (She could do)

But instead I'm in here teachin', and I hope I'm reachin' you

Now get the fuck up and go get money, ho, I believe in you (Get that money, ho)

Ain't no gorilla pimpin' here, won't be no beatin' you

But if you won't be payin' me, then I will not be feedin' you

You will not be layin' me, so I will not be needin' you

And before I hit a ho, call up my inner "What Would Jesus Do?" (Hallelujah)

Don't interrupt me if I'm diggin' in the big bank bag

Ain't got nothin' to say to your partna if the bitch ain't bad

My **** Bubba Dug came through, I'm smokin' that this ain't trash

That shit y'all smokin', yeah, that's cool and all, but this ain't that

Say somethin' 'bout me, she ain't my bitch if the bitch ain't mad

Stop talkin' to her, you trippin', you think the bitch ain't spaz

Can't go with me, but you trippin' if you think the bitch ain't ass

Know they out always fuckin' on the ho, and that's why the shit can't last

I can see you're top notch (Top notch)

Lookin' sexy in your crop top (I swear)

But I don't know if that's some thot twat (I don't know, man)

So we ain't goin' back to my spot (Not my spot)

Yeah, I can see you're top notch (Top notch)

I had to pull up in my drop top (Drop top)

We smokin' till it's a hot vibe (Woo)

But we ain't goin' back to my spot