Needy b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Girl]
Hey what you doin?
Yeah n*ggas den got fake since they got back
Oh, well I was just wondering can you buy me this purse?
Its Louie, yo belt Louie, so can I match yo fly sometimes?

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Pull up to the club in the crispest sh*t
Lookin crispy as sh*t with about 50 and slip
It ain't even funny hoes do the silliest sh*t
How you gone suck a n*gga di*k and try and give me a kiss?
I'm the n*gga known for taking b*tches out after work
f*ck em till they fall asleep and slap the house on the 1st
Kush and lean got me thinking I'm on top of the earth
Gold teeth for a week, slappin shots on the vert
Don't you hate when a b*tch think you owe her some cho
Let you f*ck a couple times she think you owe her fa sho
You den got a couple times she start calling for mo
Stop picking up the phone she start callin ya bro
You forgot when I met you, you was walking to school
In the middle of the month when you was calling for food
f*ck you think you talking to, baby I'm far from a fool
It's Team Eastside b*tch we all play by the rules

[Interlude: Girl]
I should have know his broke ass wasn't gone have it
Let me call him and ask him can I get it
Hello? Hey
Where you at? You on the Warren?
Come pick me up in that magnum
We need to go to the set, I seen some trues I want
What? You witcho b*tch, the f*ck that supposed to mean?
[Verse 2: Team Eastside D-Nice]
Two g's on the belt, two C's on the glasses
So its double the trouble
When you see me in traffic
This ain't duck-duck-goose
We just f*ck them and pass em
Bend em over the couch, don't f*ck up the plastic
b*tch I'm a savage, f*ck yo lashes!
I heard you was a freak and got f*cked in magnums
You can't get no shoes, good luck for asking
Trues half way down, you got f*cked in fashion
I need head first b*tch like it or not
And all you gettin out of me is pipe and a pop
Wrist game sh*tty, ice in the top
It's the di*k game really why she like to get popped
I told you before, hoes ain't sh*t
And if she ain't worth f*cking then ho that b*tch
We can be Bonnie and Clyde, hold that clip
Put these pills in yo pus*y but you know thats it

[Interlude: Girl]
Damn, I f*ck with the brokest n*ggas
Let me call him and ask em
Aye can you pay my phone bill and give me half on my rent
My baby daddy been on some bullsh*t so
You say you got the bag right
Can I get half?
Hello? Hello?
[Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop]
Look b*tch, go suck a di*k
I'm a real street n*gga, I ain't with that sucka sh*t
You wanna f*ck the clique cause my team on?
Owner tryin to put us out cause our weed strong
All in the club, but yo rent due
You her baby daddy, he a shrimp too
b*tch who? You got me f*cked up
Talking bout her phone bill, so the f*ck what?
In the club buffed, plus my wrist icey
To me another b*tch, but you his wifey
To me it ain't sh*t, but the sh*t triflin
Watch out for the feds, them b*tches inditin
Watch out for these hoes, real talk
Nike for the 3, pill talk
Reckless on my line, deal off
Cup full of lean, seal off

[Interlude: Girl]
Hey, what you doin?
I was just callin cause I need these shoes I seen
Red bottoms, spikes on em, so wassup I need a couple dollas
Hair need to be done, my feet need to be done and nails
So can I have the money please?
Please?
[Verse 4: Damedot]
I can't stand a needy ass b*tch
Always got her hand out b*tch quit asking for sh*t
Just last week you was craving red lobster
Now you on the phone telling me you need some red bottoms
You need this, you need that, b*tch you need a job
You don't work, or go to school, you a slob
Ain't tryin to do sh*t
Ain't trying to make no money
You too busy being broke with yo friends b*tch you funny
Talking bout you going to Wayne State next semester
b*tch you ain't got two dimes to rub together
b*tch quit lying, we all know the deal
You just like to take shots of 18, f*ck, and chill
f*ck all the bullsh*t, b*tch get some funds
And stop telling me to buy clothes for your son
Telling me you hate yo baby daddy and you done
But you all on his di*k when you see him at the club
You buying fake bags from the urban connect
I'm buying weight bags call it serve and collect
b*tch you ain't loyal, I'mma dog you to death
Cause yo lifestyle foul, b*tch don't call me or text