Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh? What?
That's not my fault
Banger
DJ on the beat so it's a banger
Uh? What?
That's not my fault
That's not my fault
Von
[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (I bought)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
[Verse 1: King Von]
See, love don't come around (It don't)
So I suggest if you love 'em, you better hold 'em down (It tight)
I met this bitch up in the WIIIC, but she from out of town (She was)
And it's fucked up how we first meet, but that's my baby now (Uh-huh)
Yeah, that's my baby now (On gang)
See, I'm just mindin' mine (Uh-huh)
I'm on that block, I'm sellin' coke
I ain't got no nine-to-five (Ain't got no job)
I'm posted up, my banger tucked when something caught my eye (What?)
I saw this bitch come down the stairs and asked her why she cryin' (What's wrong?)
And that's when she replied
"That nigga beat on me (He do), just wanna cheat on me (Yeah, he do)
He put his feet on me (He do), I'm too raw, why he sleep on me?" (Yeah)
He plannin', I'ma put some cheese on him (Huh? What?)
Ooh, she want him gone
And I know he be havin' them Ki's on him
Man, what dude be on?
[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (I bought)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught
[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
New Chanel flavors for you, that's what I bought (What I bought)
Bezel, Flava Flav on you, that's one big-ass watch (That's one big-ass watch)
We both been unfaithful but she know she's my drop (She know she's my drop)
Catch you with that nigga, I'm gon' treat him like my opp
Stackin' my bread to the ceiling, I'm staying ten toes
She tired of you, I'm tired of drivin' the Benz hoe
And all of my chains got big rocks, I'm a flintstone for real (For real, for real)
She gave me the pussy and put me inside of the friend zone still
[?] on the TV for you, that's what I bought
I can cut off all of my bitches for you and spin the block
I been gettin' paper-like loosely gettin' guap
I got just enough for me and you baby
[Chorus: King Von]
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (Thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (Uh-huh)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught (Gang)
I know you tired of niggas, girl, but that's not my fault (Nah, nah)
You need a real nigga, girl, and that's what I thought (I thought)
She love Chanel and Gucci purses, that's what I bought (I bought)
She learned to love a real nigga, that's what I taught