Thorough b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland]
If you black, this is not for you
If you white, this is not for you
But if you a thorough b*tch, this is for you

[Verse 1: Nyemiah Supreme]
Come closer, baby, don't move
I ain't spit a lie in my rhyme, I'm so true
Lil' Polly Pocket, Minnie me's won't throw
The long blonde Don, with shades, I'm Jane doe
Uh uh uh
In Queen's, I'm that b*tch
Got the hair on may's pics, they cream with black stitch
I love with I'm saying, "Supreme, you that b*tch."
The ball is so hard, they grabbing they tip
Leave n*ggas embarrassed, Simon I say so
Give me your bank card, whatever I say go
Been hitting' n*ggas up since we were wearing Girbaud
I still don't want your money, just don't wanna spend my dough
I bet I take, that n*gga, talkin' showin' my figures
Matte black Sedan, with all of my b*tches
V.I.P too small, I need somethin' bigger
It's on, we break down your wall, then we turn up

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Why the sad face, I though about it?
Y'all n*ggas broke, not a dollar
Can't blame us, we not the problem
All we tryna do is, turn up
[x2]
[Verse 2: Nyemiah Supreme]
Are you with me, take it off
Lights on, pants off
The ass off, back off, this ain't a knock off
32, 20's, 6 40, got your n*ggas lockjaw
Roll the reefer, roll the pop, roll the kush
My mama listenin', lemme stop
Take a shot of Ciroc, turn up
Takin shots at Supreme, get your ass, burned up
I don't even talk unless I'm gettin' payed
NYC, top down, cruising down the runway
Rather be the boss talking' crazy
The blonde, long braid, you see me, turn up

[Chorus: Timbaland]
Why the sad face, I though about it?
Y'all n*ggas broke, not a dollar
Can't blame us, we not the problem
All we tryna do is, turn up
[x2]

[Verse 3: Attitude]
You ain't know, I'm an Alabama n*gga
Got worldwide paper for long hair b*tches
So why not pose and take a pic for the press
All these O's, what is it worth, can you guess?
[w/ Nyemiah] Nah n*gga, you ain't got my finesse, you ain't got my fa-sass, f*ck outta here, kiss ass, this all year, too bad
This time is to pay off, town down in the Jag, decided to take the day off
Just to lay off, cook it well, let's break the bread, my n*gga go get your weight up
I'll never leave the house without the burner
I'll never know when a n*gga might try to turn up
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Why the sad face, I though about it?
Y'all n*ggas broke, not a dollar
Can't blame us, we not the problem
All we tryna do is, turn up
[x2]