Leaked

[Intro: FMB DZ]
ITrez on the track
(Cali shit, nigga, this another one)
Another one
Another one
Tay B
'Nother one, huh

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Lil' baby so loyal, I'ma make sure she good
She take care of my business, drop off bags in the hood
Come back, bring me dinner, suck my dick, roll my 'Wood
Lil' bitch, I got pull, bank account stay on full
She a bully in them sheets, put your baby right to sleep
Somethin' crazy on her feet, take a trip to South Beach
She got her own, she don't leech, she's a bitch I wanna keep
Blow the doors off the Jeep, fuck her 'til her legs weak
Keep it low, we discreet, only a few places we meet
She cut you off, she said you cheap, now she wantin' me and me
Your ass wanted beef with me, you will get shot like G or P
Make you say ugh like Master P, you will get killed fuckin' with me, nigga

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, she keep on runnin' back to a real nigga
She know, know what it is with me
She know I'm the one that can deal with her
Yeah, jumped on my shit and rode real ign'ant
I'm a mil' ticket
You had somebody in the past with a lil' nigga?
She said I got up all in her and it feel different
My daddy been gone seven years and I'm still winnin'
I probably shed a couple tears, but I'm still a man
You probably hatin' on the low, but you still a fan
Your mans leave a sack around and you be stealin' grams
Chop your fuckin' hands off, bet you won't steal again
Lame niggas do not deserve bad bitches
Just because you got some cash don't mean you not a ham, nigga
Hers soft and yours hard, that's the ass difference
My girl got money, yours don't, that's the cash difference
She got her own Rollie, ain't no nigga bought her
She got her own hustle, man, ain't no nigga taught her
My bitch is smarter, them other hoes garbage
My plug numbers retarded, don't give a fuck what yours charge you, nigga
With you, the pussy be dry, me, I make her melt
I make the pussy stretch, you just make her stretch
She playin' roles with you, she can't be herself
I'm done with childish hoes, think I need a M.I.L.F.
I fuck her good sober, I don't need a pill
These thousands ain't enough, I think I need a mil'
Half on a baby, want my son, that's just how she feel
But these lil' niggas is my sons, man, let's keep it real
Yeah, old bitches be on ham shit
Huh, stalkin' my page off they friend's shit
Heard she tryna be my wife, tryna plan shit
But I'll never love you, let my mans hit
Now this bitch actin' a trip, why did I give her the dick?
Now this bitch actin' a fool, she don't know what to do
She gon' let me fuck, then run back to you
Huh, she keep runnin' back to you