Story - Saucy Santana

Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga

Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper

All in the section baby momma stressing

But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor

Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe

You my biggest fan everybody know

Stalking my page, you minimum wage

And know all the words at my show

You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter

Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga

Big momma, I am not the babysitter

Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter

Get off your ass and get rich

Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish

Full course, little bitch you a side dish

He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick

Let me tell you 'bout a nigga name Willie

Cracking cards, I think the nigga worth a milli

Two kids got two baby mommas

Ah, ah, you can spare me with the drama

I think I’m finna call Tyrone

He like Henny, he don’t drink no Patron

But he like to use bitches acting like a Mrs.

Right plan, wrong bitch, I’m gone

Let me tell you 'bout a nigga named Justin

Yeah, I got two of 'em

One always cussing and always fussing, I never pursued him

Now the other Justin

I used to trick with his brother

They tried to run game, they both was some lames

I never did love 'em

Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga

Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper

All in the section baby momma stressing

But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor

Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe

You my biggest fan everybody know

Stalking my page, you minimum wage

And know all the words at my show

You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter

Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga

Big momma, I am not the babysitter

Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter

Get off your ass and get rich

Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish

Full course, little bitch you a side dish

He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick

Let me tell you 'bout Donte (uh-huh), he was a trick

But he cried when he spent, get off my life, acting like a bitch

I had a trill ass nigga, the choppa had titties

He want no lames, ain’t 'bout no games, that’s word to city

Had Khi and Malik, the only fan freaks

Khi was special but Malik you have a seat

I bought a new car, riding round with Jamar

Always on ten, should’ve left that drunk ass nigga at the bar

Uh, let me tell you 'bout a broke ass nigga

Loudmouth but the pockets be a whisper

All in the section baby momma stressing

But you the one that’s drinking all the liquor

Let me tell you 'bout a hating ass hoe

You my biggest fan everybody know

Stalking my page, you minimum wage

And know all the words at my show

You’ll never find a bitch that’s litter

Chase a bag, I ain’t chasing no nigga

Big momma, I am not the babysitter

Bitch you tweaking, better take that shit to Twitter

Get off your ass and get rich

Can’t be me, you dreaming you wish

Full course, little bitch you a side dish

He the boss, little nigga you a sidekick

Shit, fuck

Damn, I think I’m running out of figures

Rich bitch, I ain’t running out of figures

Got a nigga named Mac, brrat, gang gang

He in the field with his hitters

Let me tell you 'bout Courtney

Yeah, that nigga gon' spoil me

Like Jodi, he gon' beat ya

Then flip you over and eat ya

Got Corey from the ville

Gold teeth, big dick, the trill

Tricking downlow niggas on the low

He a paymaster, everybody know

Uh, then Dre with the dreas

Always wanna fuck, leave the nigga on read

This too much tea, can’t even creep

Ooh, bitch my phone going dead