If... lyrics
by Richie Rich
(Verse 1: Richie Rich)
I learned first
A b*tch gon' move like she wanna
Through the grass, to camaflauge the ass
Her main goal, the cats at the top of the pole
She's 17
Already on the 18th hole
Thats how it goes
n*ggas better check these hoes
Bust moves to improve
Try to stay on ya toes
Cuz this b*tch, she guppyin' up with every balla
Don't hate me cuz the b*tch ate me
I seen it happen
Whats poppin, is hoopin' and rappin'
She call me papi
Never bought this b*tch versace
Dawn and Karen, that thing's in the black LeBaron
Got her transportin'
Now she feel important
Little girl gone bad, she dancin' at the club
Mad den a mothaf*cka lookin' for love
She f*ckin' everything
And a n*gga can't control her
Hoopas, rappas, thugs, and high rollas