Talkin' 'Bout You

You, you, you Yeah, haha (Yeah) I like the way this feel (You) Bitch for real Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) You know that bitch a ho Tap her on the shoulder (You) Let her know, know what I mean Keep it real with a bitch, know what I mean? I always knew you was a greazy bitch Tried to warn my homie but he didn't believe me bitch It's a shame how you had dude trickin his chips Less than a week later you was on my dick Got his nose wide open, not to mention his wallet Every chance he got he was comin' out of pocket You trippin my nigga, how you gon let this bitch hustle you Wonder why this grown-ass man was so gullible So stupid, she fuck with any nigga on the team Bitch got a thing for diamond rings and ding-a-lings On the floor, shoppin' sprees and fur coats You pumped her head up now she think she the most I just beat the pussy up and get ghost And I never spend a penny, bitches supply me with hydro and Henny I'm just speakin' on the things you do Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) And all the things you do Down to bust down every nigga in my crew Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) And all the rats that you roll with Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit And if I wanted I could fuck them too Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you So can you taste it ho it ain't no game You gon make a nigga say yo' name Bitch I'm talkin' to you So can you taste it ho it ain't no game You gon make a nigga say yo' name Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout Keisha, Leisha, April and Alicia Nothin' but them dog-ass hoes and straight skeezers Type of bitch to come to your spot and smoke up your reefer Then wanna give you brain, bitch drop some change On this mothafuckin doity you puffin on Put up on my reefer sack or leave it the fuck alone You hoes want Patron shots and Grey Goose Thinkin' a nigga gon supply your liquor just 'cause you cute Well goddamn, I am, appalled at y'all frauds I ain't in it for the drawers, you all on my balls Don't answer y'all calls And you wonder why you can't get through Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you And all the things you do Down to bust down every nigga in my crew Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) And all the rats that you roll with Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit And if I wanted I could fuck them too Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you You bitch nigga, you trick niggas She playing with your dick and you payin her rent nigga I specialize in this pimpin and breakin these hoes Charge it all to a bitch, nigga thats how it goes But who knows, I might bump into two hoes that's 'bout that action Met em in the lobby, I'm probably gon be smashin' If I can get 'em to the suite, I'd rather hit the streets So pat your feet to the street bitch, mash for rations I was in the cranberry Chevy with Rosemary Nymphomaniac from Gary who strip at the Black Cherry But her momma think she work as a medical secretary In the day but in the evenin' she doin' what's necessary Just to stay up in them Gucci boots, suck a dick in the coupe They say I'm hard on these heifers I just tell the truth 'Cause I'm just speaking on the things they do Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) And all the things you do Down to bust down every nigga in my crew Not my lady, not my baby, and you ain't my boo Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you (You) And all the rats that you roll with Gon admit your whole clique on some ho shit And if I wanted I could fuck them too Don't look around like you ain't got no clue Bitch I'm talkin' 'bout you And you, and you, and you, and you I see you girl (bitch) I see you girl (haha) I'm off them ragged-ass hoes man (You) For real, bitch (You, you)