that SM一bitch

Uh, hello, can I speak to, uh, uh
Yeah, you know who you are, look
You had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest shit
Pop champagne , I'll give you a sip
'Bout to go dumb, how come?
Yeah, that's my bitch
That's my bitch
Sh-shorty right there?
That's my bitch
That's my bitch
I've been waiting for a long, long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
I paid for them titties, get your own
It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne
She say I care more about them basquion's
Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's yacht
Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved niggas
Twisted love story, True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I'm a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us , that's our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle?
No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle
I've been waiting for a long long time (Where she at? In the middle)
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin'
I'm yearning, ooh, yeah
Could I maybe have another dab of your potion?
Stop motion, ooh,yeah
Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure
Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up
How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
That's right nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white?
Put some colored girls in the MoMA
Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona
Don't make me bring Thelma in it
Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it, uh
Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks word to Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in mo-seums
You belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building
You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin'
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoo, children, stop lookin' at her tits
Get your own dog, ya heard? That's my bitch
I've been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high