Shes in love with a hustla

She dont be messing with them suckas

Looking so good, little tight jeans on and G-string on

And I know that she be feeling me



[Baby Bash]

She in love with a hustla, someone she could trust uh

Someone she could get down with, cause she dont mess with suckas

Sleep all day, and grind all night

Living in the fast lane, the games nothing polite

So Im laced up tight, cause I aint into lagging

She love to watch me in the mirror when Im doing my stabbing

And she aint into punks, giving em bruises and bumps

And she know I blow big, so she be twisting my blunts

Thats real talk, coming from a real hog on the block

She love the playboy lifestyle, the knots and the rocks

And even though sometime, it might seem strange

She wouldnt trade it in, with none of she thangs



Well now she might of caught my ass like once or twice

But shed rather stick with me, instead of rolling the dice

Cause she know Im official, so why take a chance

And end up with a over jealous sucka romance

Love to see me get the lapdance every now and then huh

Never fuck around with her stripper girlfriends huh

Now thats living like, whos the boss

Yeah she liking the money, but she loving my sauce

Even though she approached by them big time ballas

She aint having that cause aint another like papa

And her parents just dont understandWhat kind of man she in love with,

But she dont give a damn