Mr. B (feat. Donn Wopp) Video (MV)

Told her I got the recipe
Yea come n take a bite
Catch 'em at the red light
Pussy nigga night night
Dot that dog bone
Got no kennel bitch
I'm trying to get my life right
Up the score
Yea the scoreboard
Yea don't lie
Half a ticket on my sleeve
Bitch my wrist game mean
I been balling on these hoes
Call me Mr. B
I don't celebrate holidays I'm a different breed
Snap a picture like Kodak, Wopp be to clean
Got my money up
If it ain't about a bag
Bitch don't hit me up
I been smoking on that loud
Gotta talk up
Too much money to make, bitch I been up
5 pumps in now she running
All this dick got her cummin
She like bae you n my stomach
Pull up SRT
Aint no running
If I want it
Then I get it
Nigga we ain't worried about it
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Wopp going crazy
I'm in yo hood nigga
I dare someone play crazy
Call her K-12
She eating all my f*cking babies
Wopp be going crazy
Yea yea bitch don't play with me
Touch on my ice
Leave a nigga cold as shit
All these diamonds, yea they hit
Yea like Mike Tyson
Im not worried about shit
Yea I got my stick
Cougar bitch eat the dick
Then co-sign the whip
All these hoes on my dick
Why settle for one hoe
Call me Mr.b
When you speak to me
You little hoe
Take yo ass to them streets
I need my money hoe
Louie Vuitton
Bitch I'm clean
Saint Laurent
Bitch I mix the lean
With the pink
Smoking on this gas
Got my eyes like Japanese
Chop stick
I can't even eat no Chinese
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Wopp going crazy
Nothing but bad bitches in the
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Wopp going crazy
I'm in yo hood nigga
I dare someone play crazy
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Wopp going crazy
Nothing but bad bitches in the
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Nothing but bad bitches in the house
Wopp going crazy
I'm in yo hood nigga
I dare someone play crazy