My boi, Your girl is out, Flipping tricks, Jumping from one to another, She's hungry for dick, What are you gonna do, When you come home, And the dealer opens the door, Two mother fuckers, Doubling teaming'er on the floor, She racked up a bill, Crystal meth And pills, She just couldn't have enough, She couldn't get her fill, Paying with that ass, Begging for a pass, I'm sure you'll have the money, On the fifteen, Now you playing me, But honey, Its the first, And we ain't leaving, Till your man cracks the check book, Oh mercy mercy, Lord have mercy, On the thirsty, Mercy my my my, Mercy child You just cry, Cause you're the victim, All this time, Calling you a bitch, Isn't fitting at all, You're the lowest of the lowest, In a continuous fall, No suicide, Isn't the way you're gonna die, I'll see you in the hood, Flagging down the ride, Full of mother fuckers, Taking on the whole squad, Thirsty and inching for a fix, And I still won't call you a bitch, From ritches to rags, Bitches just laugh, Of the high end, Hollywood hills, Tramp, You'd claim you was, Now look at you, Busted and used, Ain't no mother fucker, That wants to fuck with you,