This is a whole another story, this ain´t´ Bobby and Whitney
I got a whole lot´ of money you could spend it with me
Smack the soul out a nigga, you think it´s funny ain´t ???

I´m not a role model, nigga I got killers with me
Holes in your body, but you could never be 50
And I got bruised, ones for loving a girl, confused thinking bitch ass niggas was too ???
Patty wagon bitches spin the block was only selling weed
I´d rather see that nigga in the box, before he tell on me
All the altercations with the opps, that never fell on me
And I was conversating with the ockys about investments baby
Did I stutter
All these M&Ms, got niggas actin´ shady
I miss Butta
When they killed my friend, I felt like blastin´ someone (Woo)

Shit was all good if you asked me
Till you started askin´ about Tiffany and Ashley
I looked through your phone, I ain´t gon lie you did me badly
You looked through my phone and what do you except to see I´m nasty
Don´t ask me shit, don´t hit me up about no bullshit
Especially when you interrupt me when I´m working
I picked you up and you said bring the car with the curtains
Girls that I deserted, I don´t deserve them
Would you be with me when it all falls down
Look at the Richie baby, time will tell
If I get the best of you, then I have to, show you
The best of me
But can´t you stop asking me questions

Even though, I want more
Because I´m good if you ask me, never did Tiffany and Ashley they just asked it
Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad friends
It´s okay to treat me like an Arcade, you can have fun
These rap niggas my sons and if they breathe I got grandsons
??? that she wanna know about me