That Boy

[Verse 1: B-Nice]
Said right look, so what you hope for?
Know the second that you get it, you gon' want more
Then you go crazy when you find out that it ain't yours
Nothing really yours unless you 'bout to go and pay for it
I mean, you know these girls all for sale
Instagam the market, you can hit that email
Have them come through because you know they won't tell
Then you send 'em back home cause they go for resale, that's a big fail
Well, I ain't judging though
Got a cousin, he a pimp, bet that he can smell a hoe
He taught me to never trust their words and just tell 'em no
Sex come with love but they so quick to sell it though
Preach, well you fall in line
You admit or you gon' deny?
You only been with 3 niggas? C'mon, that's a lie
Take them 3 niggas that you said then we can multiply
Then divide up the fact that you have nothing that's real
You said you want love but you gotta pay your bills
If you didn't have to ask then you wouldn't beat the mill
Finding out that you hurt cause you never kept it real, what's the deal?
But that's your life and I don't mind
Just don't come at me if you gon' lie
Because I know it takes some time to realise that that bullshit
You selling ain't catching my eye and I ain't 'bout no buy, nah

[Hook: Preston Harris & Oktane]
Control yourself, you got so much to learn
You better know your wealth, we'll dwindle if you get your soul
Breaking off some your heart, we're lost in the dark
Don't you know that love is more than the touch?
When they see me in the streets, they know that's that boy
Every time they try to beef nigga, that's that boy
In the middle west coast, that's that boy
LA to the Toe, know that that's that boy
Now they ass cutie, know that's that boy
Heard you looking for me nigga, that's that boy
No money, no speak nigga, that's that boy
N-I-C-E after B that's that boy

[Verse 2: B-Nice]
Yeah yeah, how many times will it take?
How many times will it take to see
That you never win
Fucking on the first date?
I know it looks so good cause he took you out to eat
Ordered lobster and a steak but that's your first mistake
You bobbed out, over some steakhouse
How many times you been out this week? You lost count
You so cliché, type of nigga you can't change though
My mama taught me never fall for a change hoe
A change hoe? The ones that like them change rolls
Depending if you got that counts with some bank rolls, I hate those
Damn, you couldn't win on the low
Cause every trick ass been another friend for the hoe
And I cannot pretend that you came just to go
Well you know it's gonna end with your panties on the floor
But there's a lesson to be learned
And if you learn I hope you share with what you earn
Because your friends don't get it, your mom don't hit it
It's not permitted to any chick that spend her last on the perm
You so stuck in your ways though
That's for the city, with the money and the fame though
But who's to blame though? Shit I guess the game on that train
That's the terms you stand the same, that's cool

[Hook: Preston Harris & Oktane]
Control yourself, you got so much to learn
You better know your wealth, we'll dwindle if you get your soul
Breaking off some your heart, we're lost in the dark
Don't you know that love is more than the touch?
When they see me in the streets, they know that's that boy
Every time they try to beef nigga, that's that boy
In the middle west coast, that's that boy
LA to the Toe, know that that's that boy
Now they ass cutie, know that's that boy
Heard you looking for me nigga, that's that boy
No money, no speak nigga, that's that boy
N-I-C-E after B that's that boy