I don´t love a bitch, I only got love for the Chinaman Emilio Pucci scarf wrapped ´round my head just like a Taliban I told my youngin I´ma keep his pockets full, just keep that cutter sprayin´ I told that bitch, "This shit here on the floor, I ain´t your other man And your pussy good, but I´ma keep on cheatin´, you don´t understand All these choices that I got, why the fuck I´ma be your man? You don´t understand, bitch, I´ma pay to fuck on you and your friend" I keep on buyin´ these whips, Geo say, "You need to go buy some land" I was just trappin´ Bubba, none of this rappin´ shit wasn´t even my plans
Posted up in the dugout, out there trappin´ nicks of weed and sand I got that type of money that make a faithful bitch go leave her man I got that type of money, I fuck her raw, she want me to leave it in She wouldn´t get an abortion, had to shoot a bitch a couple grand I treat my bitches right, fuck ´em good and then I tuck ´em in I don´t gotta drop a song again, I´m still gettin´ them Bubbas in
Huh, the Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I don´t gotta make a song again, I´m gettin´ them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, nigga, I´m the Bubba man I don´t love a bitch, but I got love for the Chinaman
Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I can´t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin´
I need a ´vert, the sun was comin´ in If you trappin´ Bubba and you from Florida, then you bumpin´ this Hit that dope, I whip up Fiji water, the fiends love this shit Pay my young nigga to swing that cutter, I got handymen I be on that pimpin´ shit ´cause, baby, I´m a ladies´ man Niggas can´t even afford to buy a Benz, how you gon´ spin a bin?
They do what I say so, Boston, he that fuckin´ man Huh, give me Peso, bitch, I need a hundred bands
Huh, the Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I don´t gotta make a song again, I´m gettin´ them Bubbas in Huh, the Bubba man, nigga, I´m the Bubba man I don´t love a bitch, but I got love for the Chinaman Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I can´t hang with shooters, rather go hang with my Bubba friends Bubba man, bitch, I´m the Bubba man I could beat your ticket, you just gotta tell me what you payin´
Uh, I don´t hang with shooters, nigga, I´d rather hang with my Bubba friends