She called me a broke ass Nigga told her sorry You got me mistaken I'm not your baby daddy Don't wanna fuck Your pussy stink Don't push up on me Stripper bums you work in the club And make no money Don't ask me what you need to know But ask me how I'm feeling tho It is where we thought we couldn't go It maybe my time to rub her doors I fucked her in a hooper like a shooter Damn wasn't wrong Assasin the bitch get cash no bigger Still them haters ain't thicker but snitcher We gettin' higher swamp nation no sucker Young nigga 16 rollin' weed mind your business Still I'm in Don't fake the story Locked in that shit They worry 'bout me Left and gone like Juice ain't back indeed Waiting for Christ Lights flashed up quick Flashed and jerked indeed Quick books are cheap Like them bitches when they're Hatin' shit