[Messy Marv]

Yeah bitch, this aint only business bitch, this is all the way personal. Ya 

understand that? Ugh Ugh... my thug niggas sing!



[Chorus]

[x2]

Enough of you hoes aint shit

Especially a broke ass bitch from TLC

Hangin' out the shotgun side 

Of my homeboys ride

Yellin' wont never have money



[Verse 1: Messy Marv]

I heard you hoes went bankrupt

What happened to that?

Now yalls on fuckin scrubs and yallve been havin' scratch

You hoes are Atlanta hood rats

You aint know

Yall could gain a little weight if yall would stop fuckin wit dope

Im from Fillmoe

Bitch the land of the Scandolous

Thug livin' and drug dealin'

Pimpin' and Handlin'

What a niggas not understandin is how yall switched

>From bein' a broke hoe

To a top life bitch

But what game is this?

Me and my niggas mash on those

Ricky ass no class punk ass hoes

You know my stee low

Bitch kicks, shops

Bricks all broke down into twomp chops

And on my block

We've been through it all man

Like Paper we got handles in this game

With the ball man

After the club I heard you suckas could dip

And believe me, when I see you, Im a call you a bitch

BITCH!



[Chorus]

[x2]



[Verse 2: Messy Marv]

See Im used to this

Bitch this is what i do

Drop off shit and collect chips in cancoon

Half of you hoes got issues fuckin, wit Mess

Still choppin' at the gap and boots at Nine West

You see nappy head niggas, like myself

Get a punk bitch, shake their hand and the scrill

Bitch you under-still

I keep it thugged out like yup boy

Whatcha wanna see me in the Lexus of the trunk boy

Im a ride on all you victicious'

Coward ass fashionable, low class bitches

When it gets specific

Hoe I seen you on the cut

Lookin' all fucked off bitch and lil as fuck

In yo back hoe

Bitch dont fall to tha Yay

Made a football playin' ass nigga turn gay

So what more could I say?

Bitch whos the scrub?

And when I see you at the club

Hoe it aint no love

BITCH!



[Chorus]

[x4]