Drivin in yo Benzo
Shined up the rimzo
Ashtray full of Indo
Toss it out the window
I finished fast let the ash blow
Leavin a nigga, fuck ya cash flow
I got my own account
And it holds a nice amount
I'ma come back for my clothes
And come back for my Roles
You can keep them other hoes
Nigga that's how the game goes
And if ya didn't know
Better ask somebody baby
Shoulda treated me like your lady
Nigga I gotta bizounce

Chorus:
I'm about to bizounce
What, What, What, What, I can't take this shit no more
Picture frame broken daddy
Cuz I can't trust you
I'm ridin high now
So nigga fuck you

Repeat Chorus:

Fuck conversation
I'm thrown you a letter
Keep them platinum credit cards
Keep all of your cheddar
That shit don't mean nuttin to me (No nuttin to me no nuttin to me)
Cuz I'm tired of you stressin me (Tired of you stressin me)
The scent of perfume on ya clothes (In ya clothes)
Messin wit them silly hoes (Silly hoes)
Got me feelin miserable (I'm miserable)
Peddlin up wit Hen and Coke (It's on...)
Sleepin wit the enemy (...bitch)
Boy you don't wanna fuck wit me (Don't wanna fuck wit me)

Repeat Chorus Twice

I ain't never comin back no more
I know you heard that shit before
I don't never wanna see your face
Faded pictures on make-up case
Shoulda known what ya missed at home
Now you roll along wit no one to bone
You ain't never gonna eat poon poon
Not from me no no

Repeat Chorus Four Times

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