Ain’t my daddy but he calling me baby
Talk ain’t cheap so he know he gotta pay me
Chauffeur got him driving Miss Daisy
Winning shot but a nigga couldn’t play me
Money long just like my bundles
I ain’t crying in the back of no hummer
Few racks turn a lit bitch up huh
Few stacks he might my get my number
Click click get the dial tone baby
Put some heat on a bitch now she hot ooh baby
Screaming fuck that nigga like Stacey dash
Daddy check my fit got expensive on the ass
Ain’t got no ties to a nigga who is you
Why you crying like girl he treat you like a fool
He be lying while he out here doing him
I think it’s time that you show him you a pimp
Ain’t no ties ho
Draw the line ho
He ain’t mine no
He ain’t mine no
Ain’t no ties ho
Draw the line ho
He ain’t mine
He ain’t mine no
Don’t know yo name but I heard you be talking like you got it and you don’t
Don’t care bout what you did back then boy what you really own
Can you make it flip and then still get me what I want
Or is you out here capping like them niggas in they songs
Trickin is a sport and baby you ain’t gotta play
Never think it’s sweet I’m more like sour lemonade
Running down the court but baby still ain’t learned the game
Got it out the mud and ran it up off my own name
Ain’t got no ties to a nigga who is you
Why you crying like girl he treat you like a fool
He be lying while he out here doing him
I think it’s time that you show him you a pimp
Ain’t no ties ho
Draw the line ho
He ain’t mine no
He ain’t mine no
Ain’t no ties ho
Draw the line ho
He ain’t mine
He ain’t mine no
