[Intro] Here's how it goes, everyone got their own way of telling it but uh sh** f** b**hes and get money That's what'cha saying when you ain't f**in' b**hes with money Okay, be like this [Verse 1] Look every girl that say she ain't about that drama, really about that drama She tell ya size don't matter But she scream for the anaconda I'm leaned up off the Aunt Jemima My Aunt Jemima behind her Mortgage payment and her basement stay full of designer And i find it a little hard to understand Got a couple grand worth of purses But personally she ain't got sh** She find men to buy her items And tell em they not chicks I find em, I'ma fight em And tell em they not sh** She an opportunist, I'm a Buddhist She the white Judas Told myself, i'd never wife a girl that like to do this Told myself i'd never like a girl who got her principals But the intercourse will have you second guessin' that Grab sh** in the mall, she capture it all If it don't catch reaction at all, she don't like it at all Tell 'em my girl license to ball 'til credit card cancellation Now they bustin' a fit So i found a girl with some money to s** my dick, b*atch [Chorus] f** b**hes and get money That's what'cha say when you ain't f**in' b**hes with money Alright, i like girls who got they own bank And they own drank and know what to think They always be like, "aye, f** b**hes and get money" That's what you say when you ain't f**in' b**hes with money Alright, find a girl who got a job and ambition Not a girl who just another product of these b**hes, homie [Verse 2] Look every girl who say she don't want'cha commas Really want'cha commas Our conversations seem to revolve me and dollars She hate that we only down at Carrabba's She like [?] or something Don't even know how to pronounce it Cop me an ounce instead Why you always find a girl that like to count yo bread Cause after countin' come the head And man the head astoundin' Some rappers around my way will pay for the p**y But they p**y, look me in both of my eyes You can see that nookie was for free doe Girls they like the guys playing heroes With a number on they jersey or dirty money with zeros I used to have this homie's pockets swole Til these hoes convinced him that the gold he had wasn't gold Thats a cold symbolic way of telling it Picture me paying for some p**y Use to be selling it, celibate, boy i think not Something phallic about her an*lyze of the ink blot And i think i'm about to give her mine to think about I heard she get paid like a mother f**'a [Chorus] [Verse 3] Man you a s**'a ho, s** a ho Type to cuff you a ho Type to pay for the s** and blow with a couple hundred O's Fella's i be seeing lately they disgust me Ever see me pay for attention i pray you bust me Cuss me out, pull the Puffy out of your inner being Let the beginners leave the scene and quit the intervening Man these rapper schemin A gold digger sorta like a demon Except demons pay for they own and they got it These women fiendin' they pockets depleting sh**, i don't love em Lately i been changing my ways And don't even f** em Cause sh** they get attached to the hip See you with a bag of chips Think that's gonna be theirs Then i'm gonna snatch yo wrist You touch my sh** Like get'cho own Ain't got a number better get'cho phone Maybe if it is convenient then i can get'cho stoned Second that you wanna get this bone Then i'ma ask ya about yo pockets And you gonna ask me about a loan, ha damn [Chorus]