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(feat. Slim Thug)
[Chorus:]
***, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you hoes can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of you ***-headed hoes goin get none from me
***, you ain't gotta call my phone
Matta fact all you *** can leave me alone
I just want my money
And now one of my fake *** homeboys won't get none from me
[Z-RO:]
I don't need know help my ***
I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil momma
Even tho I know you give graded on
I rather play my Xbox 360 while smoking and sipping drank
Ain't even goin waste no gas, going to get some ***, I'm a keep my gas in my tank
Keep my money in my pocket I never leave it with hoes
Put a ring on my own finger cause I sleep with Z-RO
Homie I'ont giva *** about what you drive or how much money ya got
And I don't giva damn if y'all really like me or not
I see ya lips moving but I can't hear nothing, cause I'm not listening
Hoe you only talking to me because my teeth are glistening
Y'all *** be riding dicks so much y'all need a ***
That way when you think about Z-RO, you can shove it up on yo *** real slow
I'm a gangsta but I'm a man first, then I tallerate, no disrespect
My momma if it's money for me to make weed goin slip the sex
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[Slim Thug:]
Slim Thugga, ***
I'm tryna stay rich, *** a *** (*** a ***)
I rather hit the studio and make another hit (another hit)
Stop calling on my phone mayn I'm on some other ***
Just leave a *** 'lone, I ain't goin suck cause ya *** with
Cause *** you ain't about to get no dime or no quality time
I rather be on my grind, smoking weed, writing rhymes
All you rapping *** *** calling me to get signed
Want me to rap for free, you done lost yo mind (you done lost yo mind)
I'ont care how long I knew ya give a *** if we can
Went to high school together giva *** if we friends
Ya ain't talking bout *** if you ain't talking bout N's
Bring ya ten G's, I see what'cha talking bout then
All you roaching *** *** and hoes in my face
Can't get it crunk for me, no so don't waste
Yo *** crime tryna plot on mine
I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now...
[Chorus]
[Z-RO:]
It's a shame having a cell phone, but don't want it to ring
Cause I don't wanna deal with *** people and the *** they might bring
That's why I send them the voice mail heaven (I don't wanna talk)
Cause *** run a marathon, I rather keep it real and walk
I don't giva damn how pretty you look, you can still kiss my ***
Especially if I die to choose between you and my cash
I'm a choose money everytime, anyway I always get a new whip
Besides, I'm what *** be tryna find, I'm young, black and I'm rich
If you thinking I'm goin pay money to hit that ***
I gotta trick fo yo ugly ***
I'll just miss you right after I hit you and then go *** yo friends
Then you'll be ready to committing suicide and then I'll never speak to you again
My *** Gredy, my *** Rickby, my *** Michael Coleon
There them only three *** phone number programed in my phone
They call me the king of the ghetto, because I rule this ***
I'm bout business I don't participate in foolishness, ***
[Chorus]