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[Intro] MTM, hit 'em with the heat [Verse 1: Pouya] Ayy, I'm back in the cycle, feel like a psycho, feel like I'm Michael, yeah Don't look at my bread, don't look at my whip, take a look at my FICO, yeah I’m pacing and thinking of robbing a bank with the homies I hang with These hoes wanna make it, the bank or the banquet Come hang with the gang, get shady Drunk drive in a Mercedes, four-five on the hip daily, screaming out, "Fuck you pay me" I ain’t patient, I got OCD Feel like I'm not controlling me Still them hoes gon' fall for me Pussy that they offer me Is often not too luxury But let me see what that lick read Triple digits in the six speed Think I fell in love when that bitch hit me I might fuck around and bust her down and buy a Bentley For that bitch While you was fucking with them lames I made my baby mama rich [Chorus: Pouya] Baby, play with my dick, not my emotions Shed so many tears that I could fill an ocean We was coasting, now we roller coasting Look inside my eyes and feel the pain that you put on me I just pray to Peep that you don't leave me lonely Thousand bitches but they can't do nothing for me You my one and only I know you need some company so come on over Do you love me, do you love exposure? [Interlude: Juicy J] Ayy, man, Pouya man, I got you, man Tell these hoes shut the fuck up, yeah [Verse 2: Juicy J] Check this pimping, gotta watch these women, they catfish (They catfish) And it look like Meech in the club every time I come through tippin' (Big Meech) Drop that bag, maybe two or three, that's if she different (Drop a bag) Wanna come back, I got that sack, it look like Christmas (Backend) She down to fuck, you tryna cuff, my nig', good luck, ayy (You trippin') This ain't no robbery but my bitch is stuck up, ayy (My bitch bad) She bad as fuck, well like what's in my cup She the Quicker Picker Upper, I'm loving the way she suck, ayy (Pick me up) She call me Jay (Yeah, ho), I call her bae (Yeah, ho) We ain't the Carters but that rock all in your face (It's the rock) These bitches thirsty but these hoes ain't got no taste (Ain't got no taste) It's cuffing season, man, these hoes finna get replaced any day, ayy