"What Is It" lyrics

(I need)
Therapy and Zoloft instead of ecstasy, that's the two main things
Fix yo' priorities, you steady askin' me 'bout whips and chains
(How much you pay me?)
Treat me like a slave, it's the R. Kelly in yo' veins
All 'em police games, no twelve plates, subtract that shit by eight
Baby, where's the foreplay? Baby, where's the foreplay?
You got like five, six bodies but I overlooked yo' whore days
I looked you in yo' eyes, I looked past between yo' thighs
I tried to focus on yo' mind but the harsh truth, don't nothin' change

Run that shit back
Rule number one, get that money (Hi)
Hood rich, 430
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, woah-oh, ayy, nigga

Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go?
Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure?

Maybe 'cause I'm trim and [?]
Look how they did it, not like Fem'
Nigga, I ain't nothin' like, nothin' like 'em, nigga
Watch me hit it wit' a hammer on their head, ayy
Twenty naked strippers bitin' on my pillow
Blow it like a whistle, fuck her once and
Fuck, I'm in this [?], scale is off the Richter
Dawg got more juice than me, sure, nigga
Nigga, I'm a snapper, I'm a slider, I'm a Broward Country FLA survivor
Ride, hop on it, baby, show me my opponent

Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go?
Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure?
Is it my car or my clothes that got all these bitches on go?
Or my style, or how I roll, that make these hoes want to fuck for sure, nigga?

Get that money