Lyrics:
Some people don't care what you want to hear
And everybody's talking while they're stringing me along
I'll go by what you do
Cause talk is cheap
version of you
I used to want the racks by the duffle and the checks by the millions
Wanted to protect my investment, invest in my children
Now
try sue me
All because I'm making prof
I win you'll take a loss
You cum early, talkin' chirpy
Made my hair go curly whirly
Waistline mad
Moving moody
like I'm Beckham Or Messi
Appointed Anointed God made me holy
Stood by the store again bags here we go again
Want to be more than valor dictorian
Wanted
want, I'm wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get
mama at home with broken shower
All I can say is more power to you
I be on a plane back to my own tower
I been on a different version of trashy where I
if you, ever fuck around with me I'll lift you
it's however you want it
long as I ain't gotta ride with you (Waaaaaoooooo!)
[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
camera shy
Do what you want that's cool with me
(Woo woo)
Roc new clothes new jewelry
(Woo woo)
Stomp on them holes
Those shoes ain't cheap
(Aaaaa)
Ay
Ay
Ay
Yeah
I could play you
But do you really want to be played
Yeah
I could save you
But would you want this version to be saved
Yeah
I could
dans ma cabana
Fly me to Paris
First class
Don't care if your pockets hurt you buy it for me
If I want it
I'm the baddest trick you ever seen
You want my
cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me
Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me
I'd like to get ya phone number just to see
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back,
and take off the same night
I'm so bossy
Bitch, get off me
Trick, get off me
You cant get shit off me
I'm so flossy
No 6's on Sprees
Laid back,
shopped Sax
I know you cant afford to give me my time back
Such a cheap thrill, deleting ya contact
But first I want my
I want my
Hoodie back
Gimme my
He's the better version that's for certain
Know I got my flaws baby you make me feel perfect
Love when your around take my love you deserve it
Spend
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
over me
And no, this ain't the clean version
And what you gonna do with all that meat?
Cookin' up a mean servin'
No question, I want it
Fire up,
[Trick Daddy]
And the winner is, Trick Diesel
Facemob
My nigga Baby, ha ha
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Chorus]
You know me, 'T' double, you
Will you keep a place for me?
I know you're partly covered by the painters before me,
But these pieces aren't done by me
I have a style that's
On the second day saw her with another dude but I let it slide
Don't you fuckin blame me I was blinded she had pixie dust
Blinded by her beauty and her body oh my
but now I'm alarmed with a cheap date
They think I'm charge
I really let God do his work in a new way
Money's not power
Well how do you love?
Money's
tricks
Get my drift?
Heard you want smoke like a spliff
Talkin’ that mess you get hit
Brother, I’m looking for blood like a Crip (No affiliation)
They
beat to "Can We" by SWV)
Can we get kinky tonight
I got so many things on my mind
I never seen a girl so fly
I want you to do me, do me
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