T3 - Save Ya lyrics

[Verse 1] Picture me going out, I know what a ho about Tryna glow off the next man's dough account But I've, been swift on the toes, since an infant Why should I treat you different with a gift and a rose? That's the way I could please ya, but you a hood skeezer I should squeeze ya, for smoking up my good reefer You see me hopping out of limousines So you begin to scheme on my winning team, but in your dreams You got them n***as actin strange going crazy Cause you got a figure that could change "no" to "maybe" Infatuated with material things You only see your feet in them shoes, your ears in those rings But ah, you could come around on your best behavior But sorry love I can't save ya... And I know every n***a on the block gon' praise ya I'm international, I can't save ya [Bridge] And there's only one thing I know You really gotta go for sure, ayo [Verse 2] So baby girl on no grounds, will we marry, slow down So just hold your horses like a merry go round, round You fantasizing 'bout shopping sprees Cause you seen me dropping G's, like I'm chopping keys Calling your best friend and tell her that I'm balling And how you go and have me all in love falling Fed you a meal, now you head over heels Dead it and chill, you would have got in bed for a bill But still, you can't explain why you feeling me this past year Which one will it be you liability or a**et Let me take a guess, you would show your naked flesh And shake your breast at any man that would make some sess But don't come around me for a favor Sorry sweetheart, I can't save ya... And we can roll out, roll up, smoke herb of different flavors I can get ya high but can't save ya [Hook] Primetiming's in her mind But she said me for this time [Bridge] [Verse 3] So now, me and you we could never be an item You goin nowhere, look how far I've come I got my own sh**, but you don't own sh** You bone for a Sprint phone and your home rent You might have played other n***as but they not me They see with two eyes, you know I got three [Verse 4: T3] You can't play me, no not three Uh-uh, I'm not the one, that's why I got free You can't save the unsaveable Ms. Unsatiable, you coming at me like a Flavor Roast You want it your way or the highway You raise your voice, but settle down this where I stay You never cease to surprise me So I had to go like a worker on a Friday You know what you did, don't try to look me sideways A little thing called trust, glowin my phone up All in my contacts callin peeps up So time's up, I done been through enough The road too rocky for me to roll so I bust up [Hook] + [Bridge] [Outro] I could send you my French ride Was it to have a good time?