Dom Corleo - Betta Not lyrics

Desire (Bitch) yuh, yeah come on, yeah

You say that that's your bitch
Ain't your bitch
How you claiming that bitch when I just hit?
Boy, that ain't no Glock without no
Switch, it don't got kick, yeah
Better not go out sad claiming that bitch
She just ate dick
You better not mix the Wock'
Up with the Tech, i hate that shit
(I do) and you better not put no Perc'
Up in my Wood, boy
I don't fuck with the fake drugs
But these fake bitches on fent'
And I don't fuck with no fake bitches
But these fake hoes on dick
I been balling in this four-seat
How he balling from the nose bleed?
I'm sliding through when I'm one deep (One)
'Cause I don't need nobody but me (Truе)
Balling on my own
On a jet, I ain't even homе
You know to still pick up the phone
And they still don't even know
Up in my head, I been ghost
I'm up in this lil' perfect zone
Getting good head, that's good dome
But I ain't even in my prime though

Been balling on 'em like LeBron, bro (Okay)
I'm rocking Number 9, Rondo (Okay)
My bitch a bonified slut hoe (Slut)
Clap it up, good bop
I got higher than the tree top
I just hit 'em with a good rod
Good aim, that's a good dot (Buh)
Fuck it, I'ma cut the beat off
I'm making plays that they can't read off
I'm bussing out the K, big dough
I told the bitch that I got no flaw
Let's fly out to Florida (Load up)
And it's good drink in my cup, bitch
I just poured up (Just poured up)
And, bitch, if I let you sip this
Cup you better not throw it up, yeah
And, bitch, I'ma celebrate with my money
I'ma just throw it up