[Verse 1]
My interest is in a lady with cla**
Who hesitate in whether wait a couple days till I'll smash
[...] my dick, playing hard to get
She had a face that could pose as some model
With a figure like the shape of a Coca Cola bottle
Hard to miss her, she walked past
My eyes rolled and followed, told her, "Sister!
Come here for a moment!" – I'm tryin' to holla
Shorty looked like a nine-to-fiver chick
Asked her her destination, she told me her local gynecologist
"So what's your name?" I might actually have said in the cold
Told her "If you got a man, ain't tryin' to step on his toes"
Pushing her pops' Benz, she said to me "I only got friends"
Hit the alarm to switch 'em off, keys and told me "Hop in!"
I'm starting to seem like some cool sh**
Honey replied, "Word out on the street
I heard you got a thing for writing music"
We exchanged math, told me "n***a, you just don't abuse it"
I started to laugh and said "No need to worry, I'ma use it"
After an hour or two we gazing at the stars
She mentioned her old flames
And how her father hated 'em all
I was quiet until she asked "Are you shy?" I said "Naw
Not at all, that's just a old habit hard to die off"
She said I was cute, but didn't hesitate to push up
With no loot, us pretty n***as still keep our looks up
So I figured maybe tomorrow, baby, we could hook up?
She said "I'm with that"
Well, that's the math, mami, hit me back!
[Hook]
I've got no game
Other guys fly but they're all the same
We gotta lie [...], blowing Purple Haze
Lady, I've got noooo, no game...
[Verse 2]
Today I'm at the crib I gotta run [...]
Steady thinking about this b**h
And how I'm screwing this jawn
And shorty she told me, "Papi, I'll be on my way through"
"Mami, cool" as I replied "I peep you parked outside"
In case I got a story to tell, dawg, I'm packing with me
Pretty Ricky, green trees, scarfs matching my Dickies
Let her in the crib, gave her a hug, "Oh, what a surprise!"
I wondered if she pictured Slaughter Rico up in them thighs
Jumped in the wheel, shorty said "I love when you spill"
On our way to Clearfield to cop a dubber that k**
Driving 30 miles an hour with her hand on my lap
Moving closer, thought she felt my dick, but it was my gat
She asked me "Rico, what's your zodiac?", I told her "Pisces"
Shorty said "I've kinda noticed that you're sorta pricey"
See, these getting-money b**hes like getting-money n***as
But love thugs, guess it's something about us bummy n***as
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When it's the third day, yet no s**
And after what I've been through
I'm picking her vibe; shorty's attracted to my mental
Just being myself, no need to bragging, for what?
I ain't the type to waste my time for even capping her up
Puffing cigars, my back being rubbed and ma**aged
She asked me where I be
I said "Not where the bustas involved"
Quick to throw salt in my game
You know the rumor from these haters
I never stress the co*k ‘cause I'ma hit sooner or later
Even though I'm broke, I never sweat her for no loot, ‘cause
If I play my part things will be better in the future
Yeah, I'm […], but all n***as not the same
I hope you understand my story, ‘cause I got no game
[Hook]