Fight Over Man

Screw them!
What do you all hear about?

Tell a girl I’m a girl, I don’t fight over a man
Since I was little, that’s just how I stand
This girl only wants to give him one
After that, he turns dumb 'cause he just got the bomb
Tight pussy girls don’t fight over a man
And everybody knows we’re a brand name
When I wine, I give the wickedest slam
So I feel sorry for the girls out there who got no game

Buddy’s broke, I love my fuck, yeah that’s me
Girl’s scared of the dick, but what’s this, she’s an idiot
I put it on him, send him home, tell him to think on that
He should know I’m no regular 'cause I’m an old G-rat
How you a hot girl and fighting over a loser?
The man’s in demand 'cause they love when I move it
You must think I’m crazy to come and fight over a dude
Who’s dead over my pussy since the first time he felt it

I know how to do my thing, I know how to gauge and pace it
Big dick’s there, but some women waste it
Girl’s wine fast like she’s racing
I put it on proper, he says, "Make me taste it"
I ain’t got time to come and war with Susan
She fights for a man 'cause he’s giving her two grand
A whole bunch of millionaires here to pick and choose from
And I know I keep my pussy tight like a clam

The man’s just dead over my natural beauty
They look at my tattoo, hear him, "What’s up, cutie?"
He knows I’m a girl who knows my bedroom beauty
In my lingerie down to my knee-high booties
That girl’s got no man 'cause she’s shootie shootie
Even if she pays him, he don’t want the fruity
The whole lot of them are dead over my brand name pussy
'Cause I was born in Channel and christened in Gucci.