This N*gga got me buggin' out to the point where I could never love another. Always treats me like a Queen even though my King gotta be out there thuggin'. He out on the corner flippin dem bricks 'cause he know he gotta hustle to get this money and sh*t. Leaves me at home to hold down the thrown and count the dough. He said if I stay TRU he gonna cop me that six that's why he gotta be out on the block over on Tenth. But I know dem streets is grimey, said he was blessed cause he got me and I was blessed because I needed him to find me. I'm not like them other hoes, trippin' off that wine me, dine me. ***** that I don't need a ring to be wifey. These N*ggas and B*tches 'gon hate, so let 'em hate. 'Cause baby this ghetto love is fate. I seen them B*tches tryin' to get at you 'cause you got your weight up but I'm doing 'dem thangs to keep you at home, ain't she due here boo 'cause you paid up.