(feat. Black Coffey)



Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



[Verse One]

I know this chick named Maria

Who like to get freaky when she smoke a little cheebah

Drink and (?)

Make a pesimest a believer

You start the game, and I'm a come in as the reliever

I'm a do it how we did it on "Humboat" and "Ceeva"

Leave it to beaver we leave to Tyrone Weaver

Scorch you like Scarlett Fever, with her hot ass

Gave me a look like I was on a hot block, and a cop passed

Threw his style at me smiled at me

On a Friday night outside of Packie's

Now I'm drinking and thinking the gig's up

She told me she likes to get 'izzed up

And all that talk I was doing could I live up

And that I had to put change up

If I want to blow the frame up

Now we hittin' L's thinking 'bout mixing cells

Sex cells, but we ain't paying for it

We got a saying for it, we never paying for it



[Chorus with Black Coffey in Backround]

Tricked by God for me...Cuz' I ain't got time

Can't get rid of me...Cuz' I got to gets mine



Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



[Verse Two]

Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Birds out for cheedar, flock together

And they want to live flossy

Everytime we argue it costs me

My baby know that she loves me

How could something so beautiful come out of something so ugly

If it a shock unplug me

Like the energy generated when she come and hug me

Look at the rut that you in

I'll never ever touch you again

Thats blown like the gust of the wind

And now I got a wife of my own

And you should get a life of your own

I should have never slept with a birdie like you

Now you got my little girl being dirty like you

You too consumed with what I've earned

And what I've learned

For my daughter you ain't too concerned

And when she gets older

You going be the first one to feel the cold shoulder

For the wrong shit you showed her

I'm a good brother you push away when you should love her

Now how that make you a good mother



[Chorus with Black Coffey in Backround]

Tricked by God for me...Cuz' I ain't got time

Can't get rid of me...Cuz' I got to gets mine



Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



[Verse Three]

Yo, messing round' with you could mean giving up the fam'

I with my girl you stay with you man

But my feelings keep fighting, the thought's too inviting

Of how we going do it just makes it more exciting

Both playing the game on some out of bounds shit

It couldn't happen round' the way saw some out of town shit

It's a sticky situation like the green not the brown shit

I stay up in it while you niggas just around it

Her man's the type to see a nigga buy a beer

And I'll be wondering do he got any idea

Is his eyes clear, he got trees and want to blow something

Giving me that look like he knows something

Now we in it and commited ain't no time to be fearful

Fuck trying to be careful



[Chorus with Black Coffey in Backround]

Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



Yo I got to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she want to get rich up off me

Yo I had to get this bitch up off me

Cuz' she tried to get rich up off me



Tricked by God for me

I ain't tricking no chief

You got me

I said you got me messed up

So messed, so messed up

Back off me

Tricked by God for me

You can't get rid of me

Tricked by God for me

Yeah, and it's like that