On The Flo – Baby Smoove

This cookie so strong I can’t face it
I’ve been one, these niggas think we racin’
If I let you give me head, bitch you better not do it lazy
We just need some money, I just need your information
My Puerto Rican bitch, she talk to me on occasion
Labels wanna fly me out for negotiation
My mama say, “Son, get help,” she think I’m crazy
I ain’t crazy, I just don’t let niggas play me
My bitch wanna purse, mama wanna vacation
Tell my buyer think about that shit when he pay me
If I told you you got it, nigga I think you can make it
I don’t really listen to these niggas, they be fakin’
I really should be scared of the dark, I see faces
Them niggas playin’, I put a social to your baby
Down below, been a had you at the pavement
And I find my own source, they ain’t wanna feed your baby
That’s the fifth label this week, I need an agent
She like, “Smooth, can we please fuck before you make it”
2000 on the fit, this is no special occasion
Ten model bitches ready, dare my bitch to act crazy
My lifestyle change, I get one without an eighty
Even off this lean nigga, I never be lazy
I ain’t even fuck her, why the fuck she acting crazy?
I wish I would hit, she gon’ try to have my baby
You ain’t in the field, you don’t know what I be sayin’
Punchtown watch us, I won’t sleep until they layin’
These niggas playin’, I had came out with a plan
Bought a whole boat, I won’t sell, not a gram