[Juicy J]
Ol ratchet a** b**h
(f** me) tryna get your hustle on
Aint no n***a gunna pay your muthaf**in bills, b**h
Get your own sh**, I dont give a f**, ho
Mac Miller, tell these hoes whats up, man
[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
She sayin f** me, f** me, she like it rough and thats rugby
Im partyin where theres d** free, this life to live, it dont come cheap
Leave a hand print on her bu*t cheek, she give me head while I puff trees
Im on d**, she on d**, her nose just got bloody
Sniffin coke lines off my dick, she ridin on that train
She crushin down that powder, Im puffin on this Sour
Been f**in her for hours and I still aint got my nut
You f**in with that molly, she aint gon let you bust
Give me some while I hit the blunt, Im in ya spirit, let me lift it up
If daddy come, get my sh** and run, he gon see my a**, go and get his gun
You a devil b**h, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back
You textin me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
She crazy, she nasty, everyday she hara** me
Im f**in her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
God damn, the sun is comin up
Thats the last time that Im gon be f**in with them d**
Yup
[Hook]
She get a bunch of money, spend it all on d**
Mobbin with her b**hes, never fall in love
Dumpin out that yayo, sniffin all it up
Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does
God damn, thats a lucky a** b**h [X4]
[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
She got money, d** and freedom, blunts what shes cheefin
She aint got a job, but f** it, she dont need one
Drive drunk, she swervin, tryna f**, shes certain
Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin
Drunk as f**, sniffin pills, wildin out, tell the b**h to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homies gon f** her first?
She in love with d**, that p**y get licked up
Picked up, then dicked down, b**h, tell me who rich now?
You f**in with the Most Dope knuckleheads
Gettin money, f** the feds, yeah that Stevie Wonder bread
Aint a rookie, uh, that b**h is famous, Snookie
One thing I wont do, (whats that?) pay for p**y
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Im trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick
That like to get f**ed up and do some trippy sh**
Paper planes rolled up I call them trippy sticks
Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine) she with it
Juicy got money and juicy got b**hes
Smoking and drinking that Charlie Sheen living
Up in this b**h keep two hoes with me
Poppin them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky)
I like double Ds, she like double Ds
Shawty cant lose, she play on both teams
Hell in her mouth, her becky fire
Molly pills, orange juice got the b**h wired
All my hoes got money and they keep me higher
Then I line em up for a menage-a-tois-er
[Hook]