[Intro]
I ain't worried bout a bitch I been worried 'bout my life
I been worried bout what I gotta do to make right
Plotting cause I know that it's a thousand ways to die
In the city full snakes and bitches full of lies
[Verse 1: MUSTY]
Everything I said I'd ever be took time
Looking over city views with the gang getting high
Get a bottle of that juice baby, I don't really mind
Do you wanna pop out or you tryna stay inside?
She a college dropout here for a good time
Shit, you ever look a demon in the eyes
Shit, you can't see 'em but he creeping through the blind
Shit, I can't see 'em but I hear 'em through the vine
Another day but I prefer to laugh through all the pain
Shit ain't been the same since the bro done grew his wings
And I'm still waiting on a certain name when the phone ring
But nowadays only person calling is Mary Jane, look
So I'm rolling up, pouring up
Crack another bitch that's a hole in one
Said she don't fuck with no ghosts but I'm the holy one
Go ahead light it up
Baby Imma smoke this blunt
I ain't got time for the nonsense baby kick rocks
You got to bring something to the table not just beatbox
Shorty from Seattle, walk the blade we call them Seahawks
Baby got that long throat something like a peacock
She a one trick pony only hope was her throat
Getting dick how she cope and her pimp got her loc
Go head put it in my hand this ain't no joke
Bitch I'm him I been locked in barely been home
Got a ring on each finger man I'm feeling like the pope
Call me Coach Carter anytime you see me with that coat
She drinking liquor out the bottle, go ahead and drive the boat
[Outro]
I like bitches that get money what they call me, Mr. DoTheMost
Yeah, look
I like bitches that like bitches what they call me, Mr.DoTheMost
Yeah, and I like bitches that get money what they, look
I like bitches that like bitches
I like bitches that don’t fold
I like bitches that like to wear designer clothes
I like bitches that like to wear the French tip toes
I like bitches that are well behaved and well spoke