Would Ya? lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're constantly askin me for somethin
And when I say no you get mad, and you be wonderin
Am I tryna act funny (no!) about some money
I got you baby, you wanna share it with Sonny
Well it ain't that much, and what I got I really need it
I can't be givin Diana my dollars like Billy Dee did
Keep your own hair fixed, get your own nails done
Make your own money in case I don't have none
But maybe you're hopin I'm a star and you might feel
I'll pay a note on your car or a light bill
Didn't catch it when you asked me did I come in a benz
And did I have enough room for you & some of your friends, but
Then it hit me
You was bout tryna get some money, yup straight bullsh*t me (no!)
Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met
And you ain't even gave ya boy no pus*y yet

[Hook]
But if I asked you to suck on my di*k, b*tch
Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)
And if I asked you to help on my rent, b*tch
Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

[Verse 2]
You like to smoke all the time
All my weed, ya eyes lower than mine
But sh*t I ain't trippin, I bought a couple of dranks
To get you drunk, dig in ya pus*y and get my knuckles to stank
A couple of bucks for your tank, yeah I'm cool with that
But after I give you this cigarette and you keep askin for sh*t
I'mma ask you if you think it is a lack of respect
To pull out my di*k and put it on the back of your neck
Cuz see these women'll wait, b*tches'll beg
And 50, 60 dollars just might get you some head
But I'd rather spend my money on some weed and wine
It seems pus*y should be free, ain't no need in buyin it
Why don't you go half with me?
But just like I thought, you was out to bullsh*t me
Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met
And you still ain't gave ya boy no pus*y yet
[Hook]
But if I asked you to suck on my di*k, b*tch
Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)
And if I asked you to rub on your clit, b*tch
Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)

[Verse 3]
Now you asked me to buy you some gear
You said you was tired of wearin the same bullsh*t all year
Them big ol titties and ass is what you use to catch
n*ggas to buy expensive clothes with shoes to match
I'll get some booze and a sack and we can hit the Kings
Flea market shop till we drop, I'll probably get you a ring
Around your collar want some dollars, hell I'll just foot the bill
Give you a new pearl necklace and some polish for your grill
I'm glad that I can satisfy the women with needs
But when you want too much I'll put Jimmy up in you then leave
I got three minutes left on my phone card
Times are tougher than my di*k when I'm on hard
Can't do nothin for a b*tch who can't do nothin for herself
But you tryna squeeze a n*gga until there's nothin left
Tryna see what you can get, even though we just met
And you still ain't gave ya boy no pus*y yet

[Hook]
But if I asked you to suck on my di*k, b*tch
Would ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)
Or help me to get my transmission fixed, b*tch
Could ya? (oh, no, I can't do that!)