Verse1:
drivin'in yo benz-o
shined up yo rim-zo
ashtray full of-
toss it out the window
ladys pass just a a**hole
leavin' nigga f**k yo cash flow
i got my own account
i'll pay them h**s to max it out
i'ma come back for my clothes and come back for my rolls
you can keep them other h**s
that's how the game goes
and if you didn't know better ask sombody baby
that's goin' treat me like a lady
i gotta bizounce
Hook:
i about to bizounce
'cause i can't take yo s**t no more
picture frame broken baby
'cause i can't trust you
i'm ridin' high now
so nigga f**k you
Verse 2:
f**k that conversation
i'm throwin' you a letter
keep them platinum credit cards
keep all of your chedder
that s**t don't mean nothin' yo me....
'cause i'm tired of you stressin' me
scent of purfume in ya clothes
messin' wit them silly h**s
got me feelin' miserable
blowin' up the henn and coke
creepin' wit the enemy.....
boy you don't wanna f**k wit me...
(don't wanna f**k wit me) (hook)
Verse 3:
i ain't never comin' back no more
i know you heard that s**t before
i don't ever wanna see your face
f**k ya i'm gonna make ya hate
shoulda known what you missed at home
now you rollin' on wit noone to bone
you ain't never gonna eat doe-doe
not from this h*e no, no. (hook)