[Z-Ro]
You say I gotta pay, to get a spot in heaven
It's like I crap on the dice, seeing nothing but seven
Everytime I work my mouthpiece, you just keep on saying no
Unless I wanna give up my royal checks, and all my do'
You got a n***a fucked up, Z-Ro ain't dishing out
Could of been with a million dolla n***a, but now you missing out
Treated you with nothing but respect, but that's not what you want
I had to call you a bitch, just to get a response
When a n***a be talking to you with common sense, you laugh at that shit
Could of saved my breath and went straight penile, and be jacking my dick
When I gave you ecstasy and drank, but you got plex in your house
Would of even let you suck my dick, but I won't bless your mouth
Tell me why you wanna wonder, what my pockets like
Must got a grudge in your pussy, cause ain't nobody knocked it right
I'm not gonna make my money to give it away, let me make that clear
So why you tripping on money, tell your partna come here
You want so many fancy thangs, you need to get up and bleed the block
Cause when you fucking with my dividends, you just might meet the Glock
Hold em up swoll em up, better keep your greedy fingers by your side
Bitch it's hot outside, and I was just trying to offer your ass a ride
But I hope your feet get tired

[Hook: Cl'Che & (Trae)]
Boy you know I really love you
(You ain't getting shit)
Boy you know I wanna please you
(Nah, you ain't getting shit)
I didn't mean, to deceive you
(You still ain't getting shit)
Baby please, don't you leave me
(Bitch you ain't getting shit)