Released: September 29, 2014
Songwriter: Goose Young Thug Rich Homie Quan
Producer: Goose
[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Yeah
Turn me up a little bit so I can hear my voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you're my nigga for life, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goose with another one
As far as anybody say
Yeah, yeah
One thing, Rich Homie 4L
Goose with another one
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
Cuz' whip it up, in a pan like Pita
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a teacup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley
That lil' ho retarded, had to nickname lil' bitch (What?), tortoise
Shootin' shots, I ignore it
Pants saggin' 'cause I walk around with that .40
Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up 'cause I'm hungry
Fuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'
Feelin' like J-Prince nigga
J-Prince son Jas, fuck with me every time
I was in L.A. chillin' at Jas Prince house
A deal, I ain't never signed
I ain't never, ever, ever lost shit
Kill a nigga, knock 'em off, what's a fuckin' lawsuit?
Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
Shh... too much talkin'…
Ran off with a hundred bands, I ain't playin'
Cut a promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a .223 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure 'bout my woman?
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
I don't lick pussy, but tonight I might eat it (Yummy)
I don't want that shit lil' bitch, I just want my receipt back (No way)
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson, I might beat it (Woo)
Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets (Woo)
I don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it (What?)
Real with a nigga 'til the end, girl I need ya (Oh)
Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it (Ayy)
Thugger want your soul, he need it
She ain't got too many times, she got three stripes like an Adidas, ayy (Racks)
Let the lil' bitch come roll me like Tempur-pedic, ayy (Woah)
Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play
If she find out I cheated, she might just leave that day (Ah)
Put that lil' bitch on her feet, no Bengay (No Bengay)
Jonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say (They say)
And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank (Woo)
Lil' money, big bank take lil' bank, yeah (Racks)
Lil' nigga wanna play, I'll leave 'em in a wheel chair (Pew, pew, pew)
Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a regular (Ah)
When I kiss her, I be suckin' on her neck like Dracula (Yeah, baby)
And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga, cats kill
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
Goose
Yeah
Turn me up a little bit so I can hear my voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know you're my nigga for life, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goose with another one
As far as anybody say
Yeah, yeah
One thing, Rich Homie 4L
Goose with another one
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Put your ass to sleep, baby girl tempur-pedic
Cuz' whip it up, in a pan like Pita
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a teacup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no Harley
That lil' ho retarded, had to nickname lil' bitch (What?), tortoise
Shootin' shots, I ignore it
Pants saggin' 'cause I walk around with that .40
Nigga talkin' beef, eat it up 'cause I'm hungry
Fuck YARS, nigga I'm extortin'
Feelin' like J-Prince nigga
J-Prince son Jas, fuck with me every time
I was in L.A. chillin' at Jas Prince house
A deal, I ain't never signed
I ain't never, ever, ever lost shit
Kill a nigga, knock 'em off, what's a fuckin' lawsuit?
Shoot a nigga momma house up, no talkin'
Shh... too much talkin'…
Ran off with a hundred bands, I ain't playin'
Cut a promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a .223 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure 'bout my woman?
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
[Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan & Young Thug]
I don't lick pussy, but tonight I might eat it (Yummy)
I don't want that shit lil' bitch, I just want my receipt back (No way)
She grippin' on my nuts, Michael Jackson, I might beat it (Woo)
Her first name Victoria, I know she got some secrets (Woo)
I don't wanna fuck with her, if she ain't gon' keep it (What?)
Real with a nigga 'til the end, girl I need ya (Oh)
Let me put my dick inside your hole, peep it (Ayy)
Thugger want your soul, he need it
She ain't got too many times, she got three stripes like an Adidas, ayy (Racks)
Let the lil' bitch come roll me like Tempur-pedic, ayy (Woah)
Throw that pussy, I catch it like a receiver play
If she find out I cheated, she might just leave that day (Ah)
Put that lil' bitch on her feet, no Bengay (No Bengay)
Jonesboro South raised me, that's what kids say (They say)
And my diamonds they come wet like a fish tank (Woo)
Lil' money, big bank take lil' bank, yeah (Racks)
Lil' nigga wanna play, I'll leave 'em in a wheel chair (Pew, pew, pew)
Yellow bone bitch from Toronto, she a regular (Ah)
When I kiss her, I be suckin' on her neck like Dracula (Yeah, baby)
And I'm a motherfuckin' lion, nigga, cats kill
[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing, nigga
Why she wanna play with me? (What? what?)
My feelings done got involved
Nah that bitch can't stay with me (No)
Swear to God on my Grannie
Rest in peace to, Annie
Now the bitch got two daddies
This a reunion, no family
I wanna fuck you in your best outfit
Girl put it on, yeah
David Copperfield, baby girl
I can get it gone, Nair
You the picture, I'ma put you on the wall
I'm the hammer, you the nail
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it
Goose