Verse 1:
|
In a new mall, with a few broads in a shoe store,
|
Cop the new cars, and jump in the two-doors with the blue valor,
|
Shirt open with the chain showing, way the shits going so now we Range Roving,
|
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering,
|
Now I'm listening, bitch this my car ya fucking sitting in, speak up,
|
How dare ya think I cant hear ya, anymore talk, ya bitches gonna walk,
|
They're like (what you sayin', you aint buy nothing for us),
|
I didn't buy nothing ofcoarse, ya bitches is whores, (Please)
|
What I look like support, me trick man listen,
|
Yeah I trick trick yo ass you think I'm tricking,
|
Give you a sticking then I'm skipping, all you getting is a hard dick chick,
|
After I spit I want you quick out my apartment,
|
Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment,
|
Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning.
|
|
Chorus:
|
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
|
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
|
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
|
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,
|
|
Verse 2:
|
Can you what, nah, I aint the herb on the ave,
|
I dont understand the three words can I have,
|
Even if a nigga rich, with a six to spend puffin,
|
I spend nothing, so baby spend your mind out my pocket,
|
All I have to do to penatrate, is spin shorty to the mall,
|
And show her how quick four g's dissyntergrate,
|
A cheap nigga and I rub they nose in it,
|
Spin them through all the stores with sexy clothes in it,
|
When she see something, she dying to pose in it,
|
All she getting is a pre-shrunked tee with holes in it,
|
And when its time to eat, I arch the bucks,
|
A cheap nigga, yeah bitch, get a Arch Deluxe,
|
And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth,
|
How I love trickin shit my wife deserve,
|
And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes,
|
Call us, I don't gotta Kurt no Marlin the cheap dudes.
|
|
Chorus:
|
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
|
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
|
Trickin Beauty Parlors On Us,
|
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us,
|
|
Verse 3:
|
You I'm trying to be swollen, but right now I ain't holding,
|
Hit the lie told them, everything I own is stolen,
|
Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up,
|
Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up,
|
I'm the cheapest, and thats the only way I'm gonna keep this,
|
Slice I wanna heat this, girls is trying to eat this,
|
They think we should date, but still wont appriciate,
|
Neither help with the rate, or you order a decent plate,
|
I'm a cheap nigga that only provides better poking,
|
To get her open, send her home with a token,
|
Put girls in my car, like dropping off for ass fucking,
|
So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money, pass dummies,
|
Hows it gonna be if I dont eat,
|
If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone b',
|
And if I ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes,
|
And still live up to being a cheapskate.
|
|
Chorus:
|
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
|
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
|
Drinks And The La-La's On Us,
|
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us.
|
|
You Aint Get Nadaaa From Us,
|
Not Even A Dollaaaa From Us,
|
Gotta Trick The Prodaaa On Us,
|
Or You Get No Punanaaa From Us.
|
|
-----------------
|
Cheapskate
|
Sporty Thievz |