Rick Ross - Cut Her Off (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Them boys wearing fake belts They drink fake lean n***as smoking synthetic, huh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] b**hes dropping like, swish, Ricky Pitino 50 racks on the corner, think it's casino Hoes thinking I'm boojie, when I'm smoking on gucci All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill for Lil Boosie Double M on the rise, duct tape on my pistol So you won't be surprised, it's time to make this official Got a b**h on the East, got a b**h on the West When I'm eating the box, I let her sit on my chest You know I love her a lot, she let me f** on my yacht Rolling dice with my n***as, a half a ticket, the pot I blew a brick out in Reno, Uncle Paulie casino n***as shot up my car, walk away like Benzino Percocets for myself, I feel a hundred degrees n***as getting that money, bust it down with your team From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls It may seem like we do, we never loving them hoes It gotta add up tonight, we call it simple mathematics Transfers and wires, that happen under the mattress n***as shoot for the stars, pray a larger amount n***as thought I was slipping, I got a grip on the South [Hook] It ain't nothing to cut that b**h off It ain't nothing to cut that b**h off So what you saying ho? You Know I'm the man ho? [Bridge] Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho Heard you got a man ho Hope he understand though You ain't nothing but a creeper baby, I'm just saying, though Saying, though It ain't nothing to cut that b**h off It ain't nothing to cut that b**h off [Verse 1] Creeping on the low, hope your man don't see She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not Your man tryna patrol then I guess he is a cop But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot But I done had enough cause you making my sh** hot Blowing up a n***a phone, what I tell yo a** 'bout that? Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that? Can you play around with that mouth while he hit it from the back? You can't say nothing now cause we all been through that, through that [Hook] [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] You know that ain't a real bag b**h, that's a knock off When I get that work I get to juggin' like hot sauce All swimmin pool lakefront Hit it from the back, rearrange her lace front Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidney If I don't like that ho I turn her a** into a frisbee If I dont like your disc I turn that ho into a frisbee I throw it out on Old Nat right by the Wendy's Three cellphones and all of 'em jumpin' I can see your hoes and all em' nothing Yeah I'm a don don', Don Cheadle, Don Cornelius Watch the Dom spill Pockets fat as Don Carter Jeter, n***a, done deal! [Hook] [Verse 3] Baby I'm ashamed, why you acting this way? Heard she 'bout that action, you can bring her this way Hit her on yo mattress, make you feel some type of way Pa** her to my migos, they gonna bust it, ¡Andale! Please don't play no games cause I know thats what you like Knock it out the frame, baby girl, it's alright Yeah that p**y bomb, I just call it dynamite You ready? Here I come, I can do this sh** all night [Hook + Bridge]