Frontin’ (Skit) lyrics
by Styles P
[Skit: Mo'Nique]
Ain't nothing worse than a brother
Who always bling blingin'
Flossin', rollin' like he got it like that
Always up in your face telling you what he got
What he can bring to the table
And then it's like this n*gga Cinderella
'Cause he always dropping yo' ass off at midnight
And you can't seem to understand
Why at midnight is he always dropping yo' ass off?
'Cause let the truth be told
He ain't bling blingin' or sling slingin', he ain't doin' sh*t
That 500 Benz he drivin', that's his mama's
And that goddamn jewelry he wearin'
All that sh*t is rented
And at 12:01, they come and lock his b*tch ass up
Now ain't that some sh*t?