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Too Short - What She Gonna Do? lyrics
[Too $hort:] It's just a little mo' game (ye-yeah ye-yeah) You might need to learn some (make me say ohh) Listen and learn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh) She's all about that get rich Treat a nigga like the lotto, he's a quick pick ... it's nothin to a boss bitch What happened to his cash flow? He lost it She don't give a fuck about none of you guys She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise I knew the day and time would come When she went out in the world and had to find her one He sponsors all her daily, activities I'm not her pimp, she don't pay me or give me fees I just laced her with the game, so she could shake those lames And try to take her change, I told her make yo' name And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ Break-a-Trick Cause all your money she'll be takin it Put her on the pedestal, your queen on the throne And she's still gon' bring the money home [Chorus: Too $hort] (Make me say ohh) What she gon' do? (Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon' do? (Make me say ohh) What she gon' do? Players better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon' do? (I'll be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin) (Ohh, home to you.. home to you) (You're givin me - loooooooooooove, with a nigga like you) (It's no need to play around, ohhhhhhh) (You're more than just big pimpin) (You're blowin my mind with the love that you're givin) (That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy) I knew she had potential, to be a real player Get paid up the ass by a millionaire She ain't tradin sex, like these broke hoes Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrills Now it's nothin but hundred dollar bills She got a lot of G's, spend 'em how you please All you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo' knees Don't go to Hoe College if you want some mo' knowledge Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo' dollars You can be a hustler, and never be a baller He tried to bread her up whenever he would call her But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang I try to teach 'em when they young, so they don't pass on the game And when you get your thang on Remember where you got your game and where you came from [Chorus] It's obvious, we don't come from the same world But you still fell in love with the game girl Now you're, dedicated since you elevated And you, you never hated, just celebrated You can't play with the game, you gotta go get it It's fire - stop drop and then roll with it Let a baller finance your brand new car And if he can't do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin Tell him how you like diamond rings So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things Now you spendin and shoppin, like you playin a sport Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle $hort I'm proud of you - what you grown to be Don't tell him nothin - you always belong to me You can travel the world and get your stack on Just don't be broke when you come back home. [Chorus to fade] |
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