[Intro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
She doin' it wrong
Egh!
Trigga, Trigga
It's Kid Ink
Mustard on the beat ho!
[Verse 1 - Trey Songz:]
In the club and this n***a looking at me kinda strange
I got the woman he love sippin' my champagne
But she ain't doin' nothin' wrong
She just f**in' with a young, rich n***a
Tell that boy stop acting like a b**h n***a
[Hook - Trey Songz:]
You should get some money, why you bullsh**tin'?
You should get some money, why you bullsh**tin'?
My n***a you should get some money, why you bullsh**tin'?
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
You could bet that, check my stats
From way way back n***a we've been doing this
Same old clubs and the same b**hes you just met
n***a I ain't got time
If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama
Pool in the Bahamas, black ferragamo
Need me some condoms, we f**in' up commas, honest
Right now this rap sh** is crackin' for me
If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets
See life is a b**h crazier than Kelis
But I'm picturing money, my n***a say cheese
Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'ain't gotta put up no act for me
Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Kid Ink:]
I'm about mine, tell me is you 'bout yours?
Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours
Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over
Then back on the pole with it
Now I got time, cause now I got change
sh** the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl
What did you think?
I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint
sh**
[Verse 3 - Trey Songz:]
You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha
You drinking all this liquor girl ain't cha
I'm feeling on your booty girl ain't I
Show you how to have a real good time
So bust it for me, elbows on your knees
We don't care who's lookin', Mustard on the beat
[Verse 4 - Kid Ink:]
Ball hard and yo' b**h tryna reach
No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets
Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool n***a
Said
[Hook]
[Outro - Trey Songz & Kid Ink:]
I got all bad b**hes at my table
Where them gon' do it
All this money that I can't hold
Throw some, taunt it
Only bad b**hes at my table
That's all I got
Which one of y'all I'ma take home
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
You should get some money, why you bullsh**tin'?