[Intro: Pressa]
Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah, aah (MaxBeatz)
And we doin' one more (One more)
Yeah (Jiggy D)
Say life is sweet, but it's harder than a bitch
Wah gwan big 1942 like that?
[?]
Uh, yeah

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Say life is sweet, but it's harder than a bitch
I know that love and happiness don't ever mix
And all this pain and sufferin' gave me an itch
When life get hard, that's a sign you got to win (Aah)

[Verse 2: Skeng & Pressa]
Your bitch seh dem no sey wi rich (Mm)
Stink, wi stain dem, know wi a di shit (Aah)
Bun yaad, automatic wid a chip (Mm)
Yuh rooms bring bitches inna dis (Grrah)

[Verse 3: Pressa]
Uh, killers on go (Woo)
And if it ain't 'bout the [cheese?], leave me alone (Bitch)
I got no love for these bitches (No), these bitches so malicious (Uh)
If shе ain't suckin' dick, she gotta go (Go)
Eeny, miney, moе (Uh)
Nowadays I pick 'em out the bundle (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties fill the duffle
Investin' in my cash hopin' it double (Woah)
I keep on findin' trouble (Oh)
And all these tears, I could make a puddle
Aah-aah-aah
[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pussy," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that fuckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah

[Verse 4: Skeng]
Straight from mi yard, dem a vice, a mi charm
Yo, a one dawg, dawg an' yuh gyal drop draws
[?] dawg dem a care 'bout flaws
It repeat like [?] in yuh mind, tek a chance
Wi a di killer, dem a par
Top dawg, yeah, wi runnin' all dat
Big broad [?]
[Came a way?], seh wi lifestyle large
She suck cocky then swing dat 'cause
Mi nuh ramp wid gyal, mi dawg, dis a my art
If she brave, she walk har foot inna my part
Pimpin' mi love, mi bringin' any gyal [?]

[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pussy," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that fuckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah (Rah, rah, rah)
She tell me, "Pay for pussy," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that fuckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah (Rah)
[Verse 3: Pressa]
Uh, killers on go (Woo)
And if it ain't 'bout the [cheese?], leave me alone (Bitch)
I got no love for these bitches (No), these bitches so malicious (Uh)
If she ain't suckin' dick, she gotta go (Go)
Eeny, miney, moe (Uh)
Nowadays I pick 'em out the bundle (Yeah)
Hundreds and fifties fill the duffle
Investin' in my cash hopin' it double (Woah)
I keep on findin' trouble (Oh)
And all these tears, I could make a puddle (Aah-aah-aah)
(MaxBeatz)

[Chorus: Pressa]
She tell me, "Pay for pussy," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that fuckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Tell me, "Pay for pussy," I'm like, "Nah, nah, nah"
That thirty in the glizzy, it go, "Fah, fah, fah"
We with all that fuckery like rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah, rah