"Major Leagues" lyrics

Yea, I thought I
I thought I let you niggas know
I thought I let y'all know before
Come on

I thought I said what I said when I had said it
I know without that lace front on, this bitch probably bald-headed
Niggas say it cheese on me, well, this choppa a shred it
Heard I was fake rich, y'all playing right
I got more money than every nigga up in your fucking life
Don't tell me 'bout what you heard, bitch, tell me what you know
Nigga, stop sending them subliminals, put it on the floor

Why you keep asking me for shit, your nigga must be broke
Bet he asked, can he use your card to go to the store
Baby, this shit different, come over here, I can change your vision
Gon' head, break that fucking lease, I could change your living
Come and bring that pussy over to me, let me rub on your kiCen
Feds did a sweep last week, passing out indictments
Just gave my lawyer 50k, told her, let's start fighting
I had to put my helmet on, I feel like a Viking
Tap the fully on my fingers, shit look like I'm typing

I hate niggas; I think I'm staring to feel that bitch Karen
I never claim a bitch mine because we all sharing
Bro a bug up and shoot, watch where the fuck you staring
She can't take when I be fucking her, feel like her shit tearing
Stop fucking on them shrimps
I can't be no bitch full-time, nigga hire me as a temp
I ain't no P, but I keep it P like I'm a fucking pimp
When I find a bitch for me, I'mma be a fucking simp

Now bullshit, I can't go, I'm too fucking raw
I ain't gon lie, it feel good, but that shit tickle when a bitch suck the balls
This a major league, stay on the bench if you can't fucking ball
On the motherfucking bench, nigga

Yea, I thought I
I thought I let you niggas know
I thought I let y'all know before
Come on, come on