Lyrics Pimp Talk - Jiah'er

I'm not player baby I just crush a Lot
You heard what from who they Just talk a lot
I'm an honest nigga So Ima keep It hot
No one compares to me so I own The spot
Flyest boyfriend ever look at What I just bought
Look at girly too look at what She coped
Yea cute af yea she likes to shop
Yea she hold and she gotta WAP

So why is she mad at me she Thinks I'm pimpin
She don't think I'm loyal she Kinda trippin
I'm never home I'm making Music that's how I'm livin
I'm getting the bag for both of us Thought that was givin
So why mad? you're always sad!
Why can't you just take this Money and be fucking glad
But instead you're always asking Questions always on my ass
So I never really get the time to Go and get this cash
Oh you're sorry? you wanna 'Rari?
Man girl get the hell don't okay My like atari
Go and ask your other Nigga the One you met up at the party
Ask me how ik it's public Information like safari

Like I'm fat joe still not a player
Lemme see a fine girl and I'll Come out nature
Yea I'll get her number yea I'll Have to call her later
I won't use real name she call me Mr gator
I'm so slick trickin kick flippin Like a skater
But no I'm not your boyfriend so Don't expect me to come and Cater
She asked to come over couldn't Wait to come and slay her
And no I can not stay because you Fuckin up my paper
If you tryna be with me put in Work talkin labor 
Don't gotta do much just your Part nothing major
And she won't act the same I'm The type of guy to change her
But don't get to comftable I'll Turn you into a stranger

Like I'm fat joe I'm still not a Player
I see a bad bitch so I'm comin out My nature
I'm so slick trickin kick flippin Like a skater
I wanna fuck pull some stacks Out so I can bait her

Baby knew I wasn't shit you Knew I wasn't good
You know I'm for the streets you Know I run the hood
Your sister kinda cute think she'll Fuck? I think she'll would
Straight geeked up fried in this Bitch off this wood