[Intro: Future]
No, no, no, no, no...
These b**hes ain't sh**...
You know that and I know that..
These b**hes ain't sh**
No, no, no, no
I don't give a f** about you though
These b**hes ain't sh**...
I can't wait to cut a b**h off!
[Hook: Future]
These b**hes ain't sh**
She'll f** your homeboy, she'll take your money
She'll take off running, where the f** she going
These b**hes ain't sh**
You too dramatic, causing all that static
You ain't even the baddest, why the f** you crying b**h
These b**hes ain't sh**
I'm international and you American, it ain't no comparison
I f** foreign b**hes
These b**hes ain't sh**
No, no, no, no, no
These b**hes ain't sh**
[Verse 1: Future]
I know your type
Like I know that ice, and you foogazii
The very first night
Smashed out your lights, look and acting crazy
Caught in the hype
Come take this pipe, can't even take it
I'm fly as a kite
Wanna ride on this plane, b**h you lazy
Wake up every single morning with that dick on your breath
She ain't looking for love, she looking for help
I got money, make her wet
Gone and cut the check
Soon as you f** her to sleep she dreaming 'bout a Rolex
You super fine, I know your kind
You'll blow a n***a mind, why the f** you crying
I'm on my grind, committing these crimes
Ain't got no time, for that sobbing, and all that lying
You another n***a problem, I'm glad you ain't mine
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 2: Future]
She already f**ed Rock
She already f**ed Block
She already f**ed Joc
She already f**ed Zoe
She a full time ho, I know, I know
She your baby momma
I'mma hit her in that throat, that throat
And she s**ing on Drama
Telling me the n***a momma this must be karma
This must be life
When you hitting these b**hes don't take off your ice
She must be tricking
She ain't picked up the phone, she gone on a mission
She watching Basketball Wives
Every single damn night, before she go to sleep
Thinking 'bout them trips with Kanye
While she s**ing on Wiz Khalifa
[Hook: Future]
[Verse 3: Future]
Let me roll this 'gar, I'mma f** you in the car
I'mma take your jaw, bout to go war, I'mma go to war
What's in the dark, come to the light
You can't take this far
It's 4 a.m., when I'm leaving the bar, cause I'm a star
And I can't cuddle
We f**ing on top of these covers, I gotta keep it gutta
And I'm on a double, and a half
And all you keep screaming 'bout is some cash, haaaa
And all I can do to myself is laugh, yeah
And all I'mma do to the b**h is pa**, her fast
Cause she ain't got no stamina, say she trash
Excuse my manners, here go a bag
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