I Don't Want

See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the f*ck on If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone I need a boss bitch, when I get her now we bosses Ya'll ain't bout no business quit bullshittin you just talking He stay with his momma, she drive her baby daddy's car Small time hustlers, bunch of pennies in the candy jar My bitch take a quarter and flip it to a whole thang Your street credit fucked up, everything in your bro name I ball no Rogaine swerve a big thang in your lane Mind your business for that 40 tap tap tap on your brain My bitch by the bar out you come with your hand out I don't wear fitteds cuz I don't fit in i'm 6'2 I stand out I need two to get one off, if it don't do it, it's a one off I'm getting top wit her top off, yak on the rocks and my rocks off ATM receipt look like it gave me it's phone number You don't call no shots you tried, they told you the wrong number They go sign me for what damn that's a long number I been hot since you knew me boy that's a long summer See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the f*ck on If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone You ain't a boss you a worker you ain't getting money what's your purpose Before I throw that ass in a circle I'mma need your trap jumping like a hurdle Name a drop then the package there MOV that's action there Money over everything yeah that's the caption there Never gave two fucks about a f*ck nigga trying to cash out to make bucks nigga You lil little bitty bitches talk too much shit get your cash up then we can politic Ain't no feelings like dealing with a badder bitch upgraded from a 10 not average Ain't dealing with a nigga just to have some shit but only dealing with a nigga who can bag that shit You f*ck boys wanna get at her right Let me see you flip a OZ to a kilo of white Chef Ramsey in the kitchen let me see what it's like You bitches better have my money by the end of the night I spit bars like bricks just to weigh it on the scale don't f*ck with you bitches cuz you kiss and tell Say you ain't a fan of me well bitch i'm the fan to be, anytime she step in that's the way to be Fucking with her is a no go, I call up my mans tell him it's a go Never caught her slipping anybody can get it kill em See I don't want the pussy if it don't come wit hustle to make ends And I don't want the dick if you just a worker with boss friends If she ain't got her own I'mma tell her to move it the f*ck on If he ain't getting money I'mma save him don't answer in my phone