I Just Wanna lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort]
Yeah, we hella disrespectful
We do what the f*ck we want, when the f*ck we want
We don’t give a f*ck what you say
That’s how it is in the Bay, baby
We hella muthaf*ckin’ disrespectful, b*tch
Ay, Mistah F.A.B., tell these muthaf*ckas how we do it

[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b*tch
I just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b*tch
I just wanna ask a n*gga to his face ‘Why you actin’ like a b*tch?’
I can’t wait to tell a hater n*gga ‘f*ck you and that b*tch’

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
I just want a sexy b*tch from another country
A Southern girl thick as f*ck, and hella country
I just wanna buy a Bentley, black on black
Then buy my young b*tch a fake Louis bag
200 thou foreign parked in front the house
If the b*tch is boring, kick her ass out
If the b*tch is choosing, make her cash out
I don’t want the pus*y, b*tch, I want some mouth
I want the blue strips, these b*tches foolish
These b*tches choosin’; pimpin’, let’s do this
b*tch, I am ruthless; I used to be toothless
I was still stuntin’ hard, clean ass cars, pullin’ up with a cute b*tch
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b*tch
I just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b*tch
I just wanna ask a n*gga to his face ‘Why you actin’ like a b*tch?’
I can’t wait to tell a hater n*gga ‘f*ck you and that b*tch’
I just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b*tch
I just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b*tch
I just wanna ask a n*gga to his face ‘Why you actin’ like a b*tch?’
I can’t wait to tell a hater n*gga ‘f*ck you and that b*tch’

[Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.]
I just wanna wake up to some hundred thousands
Hell, all my n*ggas we are out of housing
I just want a Rolie, not too much to ask
A ghetto ass b*tch with a lotta ass
I just want a chain and my diamonds dancing
A whole bunch of cars and a private mansion
Some supermodel b*tches that I don’t remember
My closet looking like a n*gga robbed a tender
Pull up in the Benz, pull up in a Jag, pull up in a Bentley
Ignoring hella texts and super bad b*tches saying
“Can you come and get me?”
No, I don’t feel like dealing with these b*tches
I don’t even wanna really be bothered
I ain’t gotta go on Maury just to tell a b*tch “I am not the father”
[Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.]
I just wanna ride around town getting high with a bad b*tch
I just wanna high-side, pull up on the side of my old b*tch
I just wanna ask a n*gga to his face ‘Why you actin’ like a b*tch?’
I can’t wait to tell a hater n*gga ‘f*ck you and that b*tch’