[ VERSE 1: Yukmouth ]
I think it was Friday night, I met her at the club
Apple Martini-ed up, smokin bud with my thugs
Then yo yo, there she was, trиs bon booty ( *French* )
Like Beyoncй no fiancй, let`s keep in touch
I wanted to beat it up, cause she was a superbad
I mean with all that ass, same night hit it that fast
We at her mega pad, still diggin like a sav`
We poppin x tabs, the head was extra lav`
But this her baby dad and he don`t live with her
And at his grandma`s pad they left the kids with her
So that explains the pictures I see of this nigga
She says she`s low on scrilla, she wanted gifts for her
So she can get her nails done and get her weave fixed
And I can`t stand no nappy hair bitch
And so I break off bread, nothin but pocket change
She blew my socks again and then I hopped in the Range
And then she kept on askin for bread, like everyday
My children need some aspirine, I got some bills to day
Now what am I to say, cause Yuk, he love the kids
Puffy sell millions, but Yuk, he love the kids
So I broke off bread, I did it for the kids
Never trust a bitch, never think Yuk a trick
I got the slut dismissed, she got the dismissal
I ain`t fuckin with you, bitch, you got too many issues
[ CHORUS: Devin the Dude ]
You got too many issues
Here, let me get you some tissue
No, I don`t mean to diss you
But you want me to give you some money, quit actin funny
Baby girl
[ VERSE 2: KB ]
Time after time, rhyme after rhyme
I look around, some hoe after mine
But I`m just steady on the low, steady `bout my flow
Why try to keep a hoe steady when they be steady wantin mo`?
I don`t want no hoe all on my back, all up in my sack
Before I burn one, at every corner that I turn on
Hoe, get a life ( ? ) boppin all night like you a nigga
Need to be at home with yo damn children
Like that shit was cool, well ain`t shit cool
About your children missin school
Because you done cut a fool at the club last night
And you ain`t ( ? ) six
Ran into a couple of ballers cappin like you broke them tricks
But them tricks make cheese, they pop bottles for fun
And you`ll fuck one just to say you fucked one
How dumb can one get, didn`t even break bread to get with you
And walkin round like you the fuckin shit, bitch, you got too many issues
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Numskull ]
Bitch, you get rotated through every crew like a tire from BF Goodridge
Cause you 21 now, what, you actin like a good bitch?
I`m tryin to get my nigga sucked cause he from outta town
You just suck his dick while I weigh out the pounds and then you out
What you mean you don`t know, don`t you need a little bread?
You can feed a starvin child for just a little bit of head
You suck a broke nigga dick but won`t suck a rich nigga
He a white boy, little man, limp dick nigga
Three minutes and you gone, then I hit you at your home
Give you a little for your pocket, now your weekend is on
I don`t understand, huh? Then why the fuck I`m talkin?
Matter fact I`m wastin time, huh, bitch, get to walkin
You try to help a rat bitch, she`ll diss you on some wack shit
You weigh 125, how you still lookin fat, bitch?
Save them cheap ( ? ) yeah, I`m tryin to diss you
You a broke-ass, think-you-bad bitch and you got too many issues
[ CHORUS ]
[ uncredited woman ]
Nigga, fuck yo broke ass
You ain`t got no muthafuckin money anyway, nigga
Don`t come over here talkin about I got issues
You got issues
Nigga, you rollin on stop
So don`t even try to come over here
Either you pay me or don`t pay me no muthafuckin attention
So ehm that`s all this about over here
When you look my way I already know you gots to pay
All this issue shit, you can take that shit to the next bitch
I ain`t the one, nigga
Please
Please believe it
Fuck that
Pay me
Yeah I got issues, so what?
I`m tryin to get fly, youknowmsayin
I`m tryin to go to the Century Club
I need $100 on my hair
I need uh 50 to go the nail shop
I need 200 for that new Iceberg make-up
So uh, what you workin with?
Shit, I`m a real bitch
Yeah
And I need to get my car washed
As a matter of fact, I`m tryin to roll yo shit
Don`t you got a Jag or somethin?
Yeah, I`m tryin to roll yo shit, nigga
On the real, me and all my muthafuckin homegirls
We comin to the party...
