baby girl

So I was talking to my homegirl She told me I make music like I hate bitches I told her, I don't hate bitches I really love them, for real Walked off on many bitch Might apply for a sneaker deal Prideful as my daddy name, bitch I'll die on any hill Caught them niggas about Jody bike You gon' find out that I'm P for real Cold hearted, I'm a icebox Yeah, I peep, but I keep it chill I know they said be anything But, bitch, be for real You don't find niggas like me, for real Book smart with some street appeal Still hit coney for a pita meal Spin 3rd Street, but by Peterboro Text said she wanna f*ck tonight But I'm gettin' money, it might be tomorrow Time is money, don't get impatient Eat it now or get busy waitin I know what you really saying You just miss the way I used to rearrange it Out the crib, I heard the paper boy You gotta be alone when I get the paper Tryin' to say that I played it foul But that's foul-er, you might need a flagrant You see my stripes, I'm a referee Goofy ass, got quick feet But I'm ten toes, you gotta really step to get ahead of me Show them folks everything you have But just make sure you give the cred to me It ain't came stock, you a mannequin I had to build a bad bitch from head to feet I don't wanna be Baby, I don't wanna live Baby, I don't wanna go I don't wanna be alone Big dog, but I'm bred different I get a bitch Craig-listed I done fed bitches, I done led bitches First place, I'm a breadwinner When I go to bed, I pray for peace And a bad bitch, that's a headhunter Or comin' up on a million bucks I'd rather take the latter if I'm bein' honest Cut the cost, had to bring in profit Did the talk, but I ain't did the knowledge Speakin' venom with a web of lies Shit, I ain't know that you was Peter Parker Now my dear, dearly departed No mapquest, we here regardless Made every plate that hit the table Only asked you if you could bring the parsley Full plate, I'm tryna get the seconds Time is money, I can't miss a second Joy walkin', I was out in traffic At the crossroads, what's the intersection Gotta dead that shit Head ass shit All of the time to figure you out Ain't fill an account, ain't bringin' me clout I was LaKeith, you be Lupita You think it's a us, but I'm tryna get out With a bitch bad as Trina, ass big as the sun Like nothin' the same My head in them clouds, up top in the pent I'm not headin' down, know that some time I know that some time You get hard of hearin', but how that shit sound Thinkin' you more than a trial Baby mistaken