It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho Nothin', but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, ho Heard you got a man ho, hope he understand though You ain't nothin' but a creeper baby, I'm just sayin', though It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off I had a super bad chick, she kept runnin' her mouth Kept talkin' all bitch, so I cut that bitch off Fire, ho, these hoes know I'm the man when I walk through Alex just paid me 80 grand for a walkthrough 30 Chains on, boosie keep these hoes lookin' I could have the whole strip club, so I don't need your pussy My exes talkin' 'bout when I was young and moved that dope They ain't got me no more, you a woulda coulda shoulda ass ho I'm so hot, so hot, you know, since I've been home they call me hot sauce Straight goon, it ain't nothin' to get you knocked off Foreign with the top off, runnin' since I got out I can't get that fire head, I'ma cut your ass off Period, you say I ain't the man then you're delirious "Boosie you just gon' cut me off?" I told you I was serious Told you take the shot, girl, so you can't have no period But you ain't listen, it's consequences It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho Bitch I'm from west side, tree top bompton You ain't shit, actin' like you faithful but you're everybody's bitch Everybody done hit, everybody did somethin' Your ass butt naked, that's why I cut you off I know the situation, I don't need no explanations Lyin' to me like I was slow, bitch this ain't the matrix I got the naked pictures, yeah the ones you sent to everybody You was hoin' so much, a nigga couldn't care about you You thought I was playin' when I cut that bitch off I'm just tryna get inside that hole like you're golf Oh that girl too nasty, she gon' suck it 'til it's soft Runnin' 'round with balls, woulda thought this was lacrosse You can't tell me ain't the hottest in your city, that I know I see these niggas hatin' but they love it on the low Every city that I hit, them bitches, they're in the front row I asked myself "why he mad", but I found out that's his ho, that I know Real playas represent Yeah mane, you know, it's like that sometimes Look It's over, yeah it's nothin' to me I fucked with you, and you fucked it all So it's over, bitch