Fight
Hey
God damn I'm winning
God damn I'm winning
Got money now you done
switched up on me
I used to think about
how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched
up on me
Now you wanna say
what's up to me
Okay so now you wanna
make love to me
Girl if you don't get
the fuck from me
I know you thought
we had something special
But you don't mean
nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not
the one for me
Just be honest, girl
what you want from me
This ain't nothing new
keep it so 100
I can't let none of
these niggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller
you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas
them niggas blood money
Adios to them bitches
can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what
it does for me
My numbers going up
I feel a buzz coming one up
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with
they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't
get the fuck from me
I know you thought
we had something special
But you don't mean nothing
to me
Girl I'm sorry you not
the one for me
This the shit I don't condone
Cheating on your man but
you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch
I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and
I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hatin' ass nigga
why won't you shut up
This the motherfuckin'
502 come up
And every time I'm back
in the city
Every bitch with a hidden
agenda run up cause
I'm on, nigga
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with
they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get
the fuck from me
I know you thought
we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not
the one for me
Every nigga did you wrong
except for me
I'm next to blow and
so you should've been next to me
Say you lovesick, girl
I got the remedy
I'll give you long dick
and longevity
Don't settle for less or
for infidelity
Niggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and
leave that pussy killed like me
Or even keep the business
behind his lips like me
I got a hundred fucking problems
Good brain, am I fucking
with a scholar
Woodgrain, I'ma grip it
when I whip it
If I take a shot and
brick it, I'ma flip it
Thankful for my papa, nigga
taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers
is eating I'ma split it
If she throw that pussy
at me I'ma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she
won't get a penny, no
Boy if you don't get
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with
they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't
get the fuck from me
I know you thought
we had something special
But you don't mean nothing
to me
Girl I'm sorry you
not the one for me
Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers
God damn I'm winning
Oh no
