CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mike Jones
Baby
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh sh*t
How do you belong?
See
f**k
n***a
(I don't want your main) She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pu**y like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm Three-Stacks, she more Kat Stacks
And now, that don't match
And now, she wanna run this sh*t right back
Like, baby boy, that sh*t
Tougher than a two dollar steak
And my estate got a farm, I'm Jake
Insurance, great, from the Saint playin' hardball
Gotta know it all, b*t*h, just like Nardwuar
f**k them n***as on fence, put up barbed wire
I don't need new friends, just new house blinds
Desperate Housewives tryna come 'round and get air time, soon as I slide
They like, "Woo, sh*t," that's my ho
I'm like, "Who," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone
In LA, smokin' strong
Wanna lay with the mogul
Can't pay, a T-Mobile
No way (We're sorry)
No way (You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
n***a like, "Who," like, "Who"
No way (How do you belong?)
Lay
No way
No way
(I don't want your main) She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pu**y like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm Three-Stacks, she more Kat Stacks
And now, that don't matter
Yeah, I hung up and then she call right back
Like, "I, uh, ooh," okay, yeah
And I'm on, that car low 'cause I took out the T
Been in the hood like that boy Jody Breeze
I mashed his button and I'm Boba Fett
I got cameras in here, finna pose a threat
I got hoes from Bankhead out to Bouldercrest
I been snappin', I'm leanin' my shoulder next
Finna go to my bunker and pick up a strap
Then go check on my dog, I'm for sure a vet
Got the brr, where the pistol at
Got the brr, ask your hoe 'bout that
When I hit, I go birdie, been goin' some thirty
When me and Smi link, call it "Shawty and Dirty"
Money printer (Money printer), caught a splinter (Caught a splinter)
Faux Cartier (Faux Cartier), wood in 'em (Wood in 'em)
Got platinum around my rim
She like, "Ooh, goddamn, that him"
They like, "Woo, sh*t," that's my ho
I'm like, "Who," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone
In LA, smokin' strong
Wanna lay with the mogul
Can't pay, a T-Mobile
No way (We're sorry)
No way (You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
n***a like, "Who," like, "h"
No way (How do you belong?)
Lay
No way
No way
Six above zero
Six above zero on live, we on live with Mary J. Fried
And we got caller number five, what you got? You got five on it?
Smino is always rappin', and I'm not tryna hear any of that rap sh*t
I'm not really feelin' it, I wanna hear some more R-and-B
I wanna hear him sing, like, I'm just not with all this rappin'
Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh sh*t
How do you belong?
See
f**k
n***a
(I don't want your main) She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pu**y like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm Three-Stacks, she more Kat Stacks
And now, that don't match
And now, she wanna run this sh*t right back
Like, baby boy, that sh*t
Tougher than a two dollar steak
And my estate got a farm, I'm Jake
Insurance, great, from the Saint playin' hardball
Gotta know it all, b*t*h, just like Nardwuar
f**k them n***as on fence, put up barbed wire
I don't need new friends, just new house blinds
Desperate Housewives tryna come 'round and get air time, soon as I slide
They like, "Woo, sh*t," that's my ho
I'm like, "Who," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone
In LA, smokin' strong
Wanna lay with the mogul
Can't pay, a T-Mobile
No way (We're sorry)
No way (You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
n***a like, "Who," like, "Who"
No way (How do you belong?)
Lay
No way
No way
(I don't want your main) She ain't got it like that
But your girl keep callin' me back (B-back-back-back)
It ain't even gotta be like that
I beat the pu**y like my favorite hi-hat (H-hat-hat-hat)
Then laughed at it, just like that
I'm Three-Stacks, she more Kat Stacks
And now, that don't matter
Yeah, I hung up and then she call right back
Like, "I, uh, ooh," okay, yeah
And I'm on, that car low 'cause I took out the T
Been in the hood like that boy Jody Breeze
I mashed his button and I'm Boba Fett
I got cameras in here, finna pose a threat
I got hoes from Bankhead out to Bouldercrest
I been snappin', I'm leanin' my shoulder next
Finna go to my bunker and pick up a strap
Then go check on my dog, I'm for sure a vet
Got the brr, where the pistol at
Got the brr, ask your hoe 'bout that
When I hit, I go birdie, been goin' some thirty
When me and Smi link, call it "Shawty and Dirty"
Money printer (Money printer), caught a splinter (Caught a splinter)
Faux Cartier (Faux Cartier), wood in 'em (Wood in 'em)
Got platinum around my rim
She like, "Ooh, goddamn, that him"
They like, "Woo, sh*t," that's my ho
I'm like, "Who," Mike Jones
And I'm way, way too gone
In LA, smokin' strong
Wanna lay with the mogul
Can't pay, a T-Mobile
No way (We're sorry)
No way (You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service)
n***a like, "Who," like, "h"
No way (How do you belong?)
Lay
No way
No way
Six above zero
Six above zero on live, we on live with Mary J. Fried
And we got caller number five, what you got? You got five on it?
Smino is always rappin', and I'm not tryna hear any of that rap sh*t
I'm not really feelin' it, I wanna hear some more R-and-B
I wanna hear him sing, like, I'm just not with all this rappin'
