Love and Basketball {Book 1}

Chapter 32: Heck Of A Day

I wasn't born last night

I know these hoes ain't right

But you was blowing up her phone last night

But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh

Nigga, that's that nerve

Why give a bitch your heart when she'd rather have a purse?

Why give a bitch an inch when she'd rather have nine?

You know how the game goes

She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh

Nigga, that's that nerve

You all about her, and she all about hers

Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos

And I done did everything, but trust these hoes

(CB fuck with me!)

[Chris Brown:]

When a rich nigga want ya

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya

These hoes ain't loyal

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don't fuck with broke bitches

Got a white girl with some fake titties

I took her to the Bay with me

Eyes closed, smoking marijuana

Rolling up that Bob Marley

I'm a rasta

She wanna do drugs,

Smoke weed, get drunk

She wanna see a nigga trapped

She wanna fuck all the rappers

Me and Dustin:

[Chorus:]

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)

And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (nothing no)

These hoes ain't loyal (no they ain't)

These hoes ain't loyal

Yeah, yeah, let me see

Dustin:

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]

Black girl with a big booty

If she a bad bitch, let's get to it right away

We up in this club

Bring me the bottles

I know girl, that you came in this bitch with your man

That's a no no girl

All this money in the air

I wanna see you dance

Just got rich

Took a broke nigga bitch

I can make a broke bitch rich

But I don't fuck with broke bitches

[Chorus:]

When a rich nigga want you (want you baby)