Fuck You

Uh, uh, uh I know don't exactly what's wrong with your nigga's neck It's ain't my fault if he looking You 'spose to keep his ass in check cause Every time I come near All he do is stare And I can see it in his eyes that he wants some He know what's in the prize, it's Red Rum To any of these hoes that come Stand next to me and look like bums, they make pennies And all I do is stack the paper Just in case I run into some complications I'm set for life, never in debt And you frustrated when I get all the niggas' attention You fall off Guess you was born to make the coffee for us Writing bitches with a higher position Da Brat talk niggas listen Go get a nine to five Cause you can't keep up with the shi