Get Over It

I see these bitches in Supperclub
 Niggas got me throwing bottles up
 Bottles with all of my homies
 I'm feeling generous, throwing my money
 She said she wanted the molly love
 I gave her the dick but I'm not in love
 I call out, "Bingo!" the minute I'm boning
 Soon as I'm done, kick her out in the morning
 Got xans when I turn up, it's a party, bust it open
 Pop that pussy in a circle, go retarded, pop it for me
 She got that booty galore, gripping it, backing me up
 You wanna fuck with a thug
 Now I see all these bitches got ass and they throwing
 Damn, it's just a matter of time 'fore I'm gone
 Drinking Ciroc and I know that she got it for free
 I hit up Diddy, he told me he did it
 He said that the liquor just bring out the freaks
 Them bitches lit, dropping that ass to a split
 Talking 'bout me, I'm the shit
 I just get down for the money, the bitches, and cars
 And my niggas, they whipping the bricks
 How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over?