Iceberg Slim

[Intro] (Parkdale Cartel) [Chorus] I dick her down and then I dip Don't stick around, don't stop to think it slow me down With the 'fro out, bitch I'm pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout No, you didn't feel me but you feelin' different now I know you didn't feel me but you feelin' different now [Verse 1] Why you frontin' like we close my nigga? (damn) We just took a pic, I ain't your bro my nigga (damn) Hood rich off the flip could get the quote my nigga Got no sleep at night, made my dreams my real life nigga (Yeah) Whippin' up the dope, its my elixir Got them hoes inside the kitchen and they both just steady whippin' from the snow Convos with models, they think that we're dating Woo! She look away 'cause I'm intimidating [Chorus] I dick her down and then I dip Don't stick around, don't stop to think it slow me down With the 'fro out, bitch I'm pimpin' your bitch fuckin' for the clout No, you didn't feel me but you feelin' different now I know you didn't feel me but you feelin' different now [Verse 2] Ayy, I just hit a lick, I ain't missing you Two bitches and they friends tongue kissing Hop up on the plane, go missing Woke up far away, felt different Baby mama spoiled, still bitchin', ayy I admit it if I said it I meant it, ayy Cut off all my hoes, I felt different, ayy Had to cut off all my hoes, I felt different (what got you feelin' different? Ayy) Ooh, I guess the feeling different Ahh, I guess they're feeling different Ahh, guess what? I'm still indifferent Ahh, guess what? I'm still indifferent (Parkdale Cartel) [Verse 3] I got her slaving for the dick This bitch be crazy for the dick If she don't make a nigga rich I don't need that fucking bitch And I don't need no fucking friends When I'm counting all this money I don't need no fucking friends When I'm counting all my money And I could have bought a Benz But I cut off all my friends Then I ran up on a cheque Got Adidas cutting cheques Had to cool it with the checks But I copped these Off-Whites For them off-site meetings Getting home to big bags Getting to the big bags Yeah, in the big leagues These niggas got to feel me (Parkdale Cartel) [Verse 4] I got her slaving for the dick This bitch be crazy for dick If she don't make a nigga rich I don't need that fucking bitch I don't need that fucking- I don't need that fucking- I don't need that fucking bi- I don't need no fucking- (feeling different now) (okay I'ma be the bad guy) Drop my daughter off at school (okay I'ma be the bad guy) Make an upload to the cloud (okay I'ma be the bad guy) Come back down to racks (okay I'ma be the bad guy) Raking in these racks (I won't lose hey) No middle man, no meddling no (Can't lose you) no settling New tings trying to settle in (I won't lose hey) I got several of them (I can't lose) the cameras outside when I slide [Verse 5] I can't lose hey, can't lose you The cameras outside when I slide I won't lose hey, can't lose I won't lose hey, can't lose you I won't lose hey, can't lose Can't lose you, I won't lose hey Can't lose, can't lose, won't lose What I'm gonna do? Other than what I do I can't lose, I won't lose hey [Outro] I got her slaving for the dick This bitch be crazy for the dick If she don't make a nigga rich I don't need that fucking bitch And I don't need no fucking friends When I'm counting all this money I don't need no fucking friends When I'm counting all my money