Capitalism

Tell that lil' nasty bitch throw it back at me Let me know it's real baby throw a stack at me I love it when yo lil' dirty ass call me daddy I love it when you play yo games just to make you happy I go along with it, I write a song with it Then get up in ya, Tyrone, long dick ya Ya tell me that ya like it from the back Prolly cause ya hate to face the facts I keep it honest with you, ain't got a problem with you Long as I'm making dollars with you this shit is not an issue We gotta build sometin', I'm trynna heal somethin' Like when they sick of they man we got the pill somethin' You call it pimpin' it's, just a business Grabbin' capitalism right by the clitoris You can do anything Whatever you want Grab em by the pussy You could do anything Ahh those legs all I can see is the legs No it looks good My first f*ck was this bad lil' mama Tishawna, look like Lisa Raye daughter I was a square nigga that's the only way I got her I used to talk proper prolly coulda' been a doctor And I'm still square in a way Cause when anything bend imma square it away And I'm still a doctor on that ass If it's problem with ya shit then I'm all up in that ass A couple knuckles deep I'm in the fast lane baby you need a buckled seat If you don't like a bumpy road then why you f*ck with me? Just un-f*ck with me The last thing I need in my life is bad company And I don't want no solo hoe, I need a symphony I got the remedy for all ya inner enemies Come on shorty