Cheapskate

David Anthony Willis, Kirk Howell, Marlon Bryan, Roy Ayers, Ruffino F. O'ferrall, Shaarod A. Ford

In a new mall, with a few broads in a shoe store
Cop the new cars, and jump in the two-doors with the blue velour
Shirt open with the chain showing, way the shits goin', so now we Range Rov'in'
With the waves blowing, stay holding, bitches in the back whispering
Now I'm listening
Bitch, this my car y'all fuckin' sittin' in
Speak up, how dare y'all think I can't hear ya'all
Anymore talk, y'all bitches gonna walk (what?)
They're like, "What you sayin'? You ain't buy nothing for us"
I didn't buy nothing of course, ya bitches is whores (please)
What, I look like support? Me, trick? Man, listen
Yeah, I trick, trick yo ass you think I'm tricking
Give you a sticking then I'm skipping
All you getting is a hard dick chick
After I spit, I want you quick out my apartment
Trife living, did the right thing, left one indictment
Hitch hiking, hoping things a get strike by lightning

You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dolla from us
Gotta trick the Prada on us
Or you gets no punana from us (uh, uh, uh, uh)

Can you what? Nah, I ain't the herb on the ave (bitch)
I don't understand them three words, "Can I have?" (Bitch)
Even if a nigga rich, with a six to spend puffin
I spend nothing, so baby spend your mind out my pocket
All I have to do to penetrate, is spin shorty to the mall
And show her how quick four G's disintegrate
A cheap nigga and I rub they nose in it
Spin 'em through all the stores with sexy clothes in it
When she see something, she dyin' to pose in it (in it)
All she getting is a pre-shrunked tee with holes in it
And when its time to eat, I arch the bucks
A cheap nigga, yeah bitch, get a arch deluxe
And still fuck, ya paid more than twice the worth (word)
How I love trickin' shit my wife deserve
And let it, be known now when you see us three dudes
Call us, I don't got it Kirk, no Marlon the cheap dudes

You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dolla from us
Trickin' beauty parlors on us
Or you gets no punana from us (uh-oh)

Yo, I'm tryna be swollen, but right now I ain't holdin'
Hit the lie told them, everything I own is stolen
Picture that like Brando gave up half he saved up
Play the cut when dollar eye signs tricks is raised up
I'm the cheapest, and that's the only way I'm gonna keep this
Slice I want to heat this, girls is tryna eat this
They think we should date, but still won't appreciate
Either help with the rate, or you order a decent plate
I'm a cheap nigga that only provides better poking
To get her open, send her home with a token
Put girls in my car, like drop her off fast for me
So what you giving up, ass honey or gas money? Pass dummies
How's it gon' be if I'm on E?
If I run out, then more than likely its on me, so I'm gone, B
And if I ever win the sweepstakes, I keep papes
And still live up to being a cheapskate

You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dolla from us
Drinks and the la-la on us
Or you gets no punana from us

You ain't get nada from us
Not even a dolla from us
Gotta trick the Prada on us
Or you get no punana from us

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