No Love Story

I want it back if I ain’t had it in a minute
Pussy wetter than a boat, I make you think you going fishin'
You be blowing up his phone, make you think he going missin'
And he know that it’s exclusive, all them other niggas wishin'
He ain’t never met a bitch that made me question my position
Always been the head bitch when I’m talkin', better listen
Ain’t fuckin' for no dollars, if I want it, I’ma get it
All my bitches know the drill, if you broke, you better fix it
Keep me in the latest and he love it when I’m naked
Hate for him to ask if, it’s yours you better take it
Eat the cake like anime, Betty Crocker if you mean it
Like I’m sweeter and he sour, gotta kis sit 'fore you beat it
Know bitches turned wife, wearin' Vickie’s playin' house
Know bitches living with they mamas, takin' dick all on the couch
Waist small like a doll, where the fuck is Ken at
I’m lookin' for him when I meet him, ask him where his ends at
He ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin', tell me where his friends at
We be fucking, this a movie, where the fuck the lens at?
Look, you won’t catch me throwing shade, I ain’t trippin', love strippers
She don’t take that shit off then I ain’t tippin'
I-N-D, niggas know I’m independent
What I’m bringing to the table, I’m like bitch, look where you sittin'
Got a baby gotta eat, so I ain’t waitin' for it
And I ain’t beggin', if I want it, mama payin' for it, gimme that
Like 30 reasons, they ain’t fuckin' with me either
Have it ready when I call, don’t need to split up into pieces
My son look just like his daddy, better not act like him
I’m a ghetto bitch, he know he try me, I’ma fight him
Hold him down, he do some time, they lock him up, I may not write him
Bougie bitch, only calls and now this shit look like we Skypin'
No scammers where I’m from, booster bitches in a rental
Niggas sellin' drugs, the loudest ones never the richest
I’ma keep a secret, least I’m decent, don’t like goin' on no dates
Ain’t got time to be slappin' pretty bitches in they place
Keep your baby mama sister all her friends up out our mix, tell me this
If I let you eat the kitty, would you snitch?
We come from nothing, Kodak couldn’t picture this
You the type to get around a rapper like, «Big bro, let’s take a pic»
He keep tryna drive the boat and I ain’t talkin' Meg
Pussy Super Soaker, he say please and I’ma make him beg
Plus I wouldn’t mind a threesome with the stallion, think I like it
He told you he don’t eat pussy but for me he say he like it
He be turning into Michael, yeah, Tyson he gon' bite it
Maybe Jackson, let him beat it
Love my panties, you can keep 'em
Know bitches turned wife, wearin' Vickie’s playin' house
Know bitches living with they mamas, takin' dick all on the couch
Waist small like a doll, where the fuck is Ken at
I’m lookin' for him when I meet him, ask him where his ends at
He ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin', tell me where his friends at
We be fucking, this a movie, where the fuck the lens at?
He ain’t got it, he ain’t poppin', tell me where his friends at
We be fucking, this a movie, where the fuck the lens at?