Gotta stop getting f*cked up
What did I have in my cup?
I don't know where I woke up
I keep on pressing my luck
I don't know where I woke up
Bitch, get it together bitch
You don't know who you went home with
(You went) home with again
Was he a friend?
Or a friend of a friend? (Was he a?)
Was he a four, or was he a ten? (I know)
And my momma wouldn't like it if she knew about (all my)
All my rendezvous and all my whereabouts (I keep on)
I keep on piling on bodies, on bodies, on bodies
Yeah you getting sloppy, girl
Gotta stop getting f*cked up
What did I have in my cup?
I don't know where I woke up
I keep on pressing my luck
I don't know where I woke up
Let me rewind
I was with my girls
Started getting lit
Then I left my clique
I was in the back acting up
Don't remember what was in my cup
But I remember I was flying high (I was)
I was flying high (I was), I was flying high (I was)
I was seeing things like a sci-fi
Bitch, get it together bitch
You don't know who, who you went home with
Who you went home with again (home with)
I keep on piling on bodies, on bodies, on bodies
Yeah, you getting slopping, girl
Gotta stop getting f*cked up (I know I)
What did I have in my cup? (Gotta stop, what did I have)
I don't know where I woke up (yeah, yeah)
I keep on pressing my luck (I keep on pressing my)
I don't know where I woke up
Gotta stop getting f*cked up (I know, I know)
What did I have in my cup? (What did I)
I don't where I woke up (what did I have in my)
I keep on pressing my luck (I keep on pressing my)
I don't know where I woke up
Jazmine Sullivan - Heaux Tales Album Lyrics
Jazmine Sullivan - Heaux Tales Lyrics
Writer: Jazmine Sullivan, David M Weir II
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Antoinettes Tale
The thing is
Niggas cannot handle if a woman takes the same liberties as them
Especially with regards to sex
Like our society teaches them to be so wrapped up in themselves
And their own conquests
That they forget we're sexual beings as well
Plus, their egos are often way too fragile
To ever handle a woman who owns and has any real agency over her body
And we're to blame as well, because
We're out here telling them, that the pussy is theirs
When in actuality, it's ours
Niggas cannot handle if a woman takes the same liberties as them
Especially with regards to sex
Like our society teaches them to be so wrapped up in themselves
And their own conquests
That they forget we're sexual beings as well
Plus, their egos are often way too fragile
To ever handle a woman who owns and has any real agency over her body
And we're to blame as well, because
We're out here telling them, that the pussy is theirs
When in actuality, it's ours
Writer: Banda Na
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Pick Up Your Feelings
You say that I've been actin' different, yeah
Funny how I finally flipped the script on you
When you the one who's double-dippin', yeah
You so sloppy, how I caught you slippin' up
You're off the lease, run me my keys
No more poppin' up to hit it, yeah
I ain't even got the miles to trip on you
New phone (who is this?)
Brand new, like the whip
Rack it up, no assist
Main bitch, I ain't average
Wake up, need a zip
Hennessy, take a sip
I got my jeans, I'm too thick
I ain't got the room for extra baggage
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces (oh, oh)
You need to hurry and pick up your, ooh, feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Boy, please, I don't need it (I don't need it)
Memories, all that shit, you can keep it (oh)
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh-ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces
Oh, I'm tryna find a f*ck to give for you
You ran out of chances of forgivin', yeah
Yeah, listen, I ain't listenin'
Just for you to go and break my heart again
I learned my lesson (last time)
Woah, and I ain't comin' (back now)
This is what you had now (had now)
And I bet you I look better, don't I?
New phone, who is this?
Contact? Don't exist
Need a ride? Call that bitch
Gas way too expensive
No more, benefits
Pop-up visits
Hands tied, no grip
I ain't got the room for extra baggage
So don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
And don't leave no pieces (hey, ayy)
You need to hurry and pick up your, (pick up your), feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Oh, boy, please
I don't need you
Oh, oh, memories, all that shit, you can keep it, oh, oh
Don't forget to come and pick up your, oh feelings
Don't leave no pieces
Put a lock on the door where my heart once was, hmm
Boy, you had your fun
But I had enough
Now I'm really done
I deserve so much more than you gave to me
So now I'm savin' me
And I made my peace
So you can run them streets
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces (don't leave no)
You need to hurry and pick up your, ooh, feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Boy please (boy please, oh, oh, oh)
I don't need you (I don't need you)
All that shit (all that shit)
You can keep it (you can keep it)
I don't need it (I don't need it)
Don't forget (don't forget)
To come and pick up your (pick up your)
Oh, feelings (oh, pick up your feelings)
Don't leave no pieces oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh
Funny how I finally flipped the script on you
When you the one who's double-dippin', yeah
You so sloppy, how I caught you slippin' up
You're off the lease, run me my keys
No more poppin' up to hit it, yeah
I ain't even got the miles to trip on you
New phone (who is this?)
Brand new, like the whip
Rack it up, no assist
Main bitch, I ain't average
Wake up, need a zip
Hennessy, take a sip
I got my jeans, I'm too thick
I ain't got the room for extra baggage
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces (oh, oh)
You need to hurry and pick up your, ooh, feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Boy, please, I don't need it (I don't need it)
Memories, all that shit, you can keep it (oh)
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh-ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces
Oh, I'm tryna find a f*ck to give for you
You ran out of chances of forgivin', yeah
Yeah, listen, I ain't listenin'
Just for you to go and break my heart again
I learned my lesson (last time)
Woah, and I ain't comin' (back now)
This is what you had now (had now)
And I bet you I look better, don't I?
New phone, who is this?
Contact? Don't exist
Need a ride? Call that bitch
Gas way too expensive
No more, benefits
Pop-up visits
Hands tied, no grip
I ain't got the room for extra baggage
So don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
And don't leave no pieces (hey, ayy)
You need to hurry and pick up your, (pick up your), feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Oh, boy, please
I don't need you
Oh, oh, memories, all that shit, you can keep it, oh, oh
Don't forget to come and pick up your, oh feelings
Don't leave no pieces
Put a lock on the door where my heart once was, hmm
Boy, you had your fun
But I had enough
Now I'm really done
I deserve so much more than you gave to me
So now I'm savin' me
And I made my peace
So you can run them streets
Don't forget to come and pick up your, ooh, feelings
Don't leave no pieces (don't leave no)
You need to hurry and pick up your, ooh, feelings
While I'm up cleaning
Boy please (boy please, oh, oh, oh)
I don't need you (I don't need you)
All that shit (all that shit)
You can keep it (you can keep it)
I don't need it (I don't need it)
Don't forget (don't forget)
To come and pick up your (pick up your)
Oh, feelings (oh, pick up your feelings)
Don't leave no pieces oh, oh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh
Writer: . Dzl, Brittany Coney, Denisia Andrews, Jazmine Sullivan, Kyle Coleman, Michael Holmes, Audra Mae Butts
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Aris Tale
[Ari Lennox:]
I was damn near willing to just let him talk to me crazy
Because that shit was out of this world, like...
Yes, daddy, yes... ok
Like, I was literally willing to... ruin my career
Hmm, if this ever came out... who it was, you would be like...
"Bitch, do you know what Google says?"
Yes I do... yes I do
But I also know what that dick said
That dick, spoke, life into me
Invigoration, blessings, soul, turmoil
But, Heaven
Jesus, Allah, sorry
Please God, understand
This is just my truth... this is just my truth...
This is just my truth
I was damn near willing to just let him talk to me crazy
Because that shit was out of this world, like...
Yes, daddy, yes... ok
Like, I was literally willing to... ruin my career
Hmm, if this ever came out... who it was, you would be like...
"Bitch, do you know what Google says?"
Yes I do... yes I do
But I also know what that dick said
That dick, spoke, life into me
Invigoration, blessings, soul, turmoil
But, Heaven
Jesus, Allah, sorry
Please God, understand
This is just my truth... this is just my truth...
This is just my truth
Writer: Ari Lennox
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Put It Down
(It must be the way he touch me)
Yah, yah, yah
He live with his momma but I treat him like a king
Yeah, every time he come around, he got me acting like a fiend
When he be asking me for money, I can never tell him no
And when he say he wanna see me, I drop everything to go
I know he makes me look cray (I know he make me)
I do whatever he say (I do whatever)
Tell me the time and the place (tell me the time and place I'll go)
He know that I'm on my way
Give him the keys to my car (give him the keys to my)
He bring it back by tomar (yah, yah)
I got whatever he need
Long as he give me that D
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
Yeah, I know better but he got me tripping
My friends think I'm crazy, they tell me I'm slipping
Damn it, I know that I'm right
Damn it, he know that I'm horny
He keep me wetter than water
He break me off in the morning
I get the check if he ask me
I pay his rent if he nasty (mmm)
I cook like his momma, I don't bring no drama, I keep it low key (low key)
He don't need to step out, he won't find no bitches that's better than me
When he take me down he be snapping
'Cause he get me there like a taxi (skrrt)
They wanna know why I stay happy
You know what I say when they ask me
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
(Maybe you should)
Trick on your nigga (yeah, yeah)
Trick on your nigga (yeah, yeah)
If he hitting it good
Trick on your nigga
If he swinging that wood
Trick on your nigga
If he make you say woo
Then you know what to do
I spend my last 'cause the D bomb
And he wake me up like an a-larm
My bitches tell me to stay calm
But it's so big call him king kong
When he call me up be like, "Ding dong"
And I come through with a trench on
Yeah, yeah, uh
You know what I say when they ask me
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
Yah, yah, yah
He live with his momma but I treat him like a king
Yeah, every time he come around, he got me acting like a fiend
When he be asking me for money, I can never tell him no
And when he say he wanna see me, I drop everything to go
I know he makes me look cray (I know he make me)
I do whatever he say (I do whatever)
Tell me the time and the place (tell me the time and place I'll go)
He know that I'm on my way
Give him the keys to my car (give him the keys to my)
He bring it back by tomar (yah, yah)
I got whatever he need
Long as he give me that D
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
Yeah, I know better but he got me tripping
My friends think I'm crazy, they tell me I'm slipping
Damn it, I know that I'm right
Damn it, he know that I'm horny
He keep me wetter than water
He break me off in the morning
I get the check if he ask me
I pay his rent if he nasty (mmm)
I cook like his momma, I don't bring no drama, I keep it low key (low key)
He don't need to step out, he won't find no bitches that's better than me
When he take me down he be snapping
'Cause he get me there like a taxi (skrrt)
They wanna know why I stay happy
You know what I say when they ask me
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
(Maybe you should)
Trick on your nigga (yeah, yeah)
Trick on your nigga (yeah, yeah)
If he hitting it good
Trick on your nigga
If he swinging that wood
Trick on your nigga
If he make you say woo
Then you know what to do
I spend my last 'cause the D bomb
And he wake me up like an a-larm
My bitches tell me to stay calm
But it's so big call him king kong
When he call me up be like, "Ding dong"
And I come through with a trench on
Yeah, yeah, uh
You know what I say when they ask me
I can't help it, it's a shame what he do to me
My girls ask me what it is, I say it's the D
I start going out my mind when he come around
That's why he gets all my time 'cause he (put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
He put it down (put it down, put it down, put it down)
Writer: Jazmine Sulivan, Dwane M Weir II, Jason Vaughn
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
On It
I (I)
I
I
I want to sit on it
So tell me why (why) you deserve it
Come on and prove, why I should move
Spit on it
I need more than a text message
You gon' have to pull off somethin' impressive
Curves got you driving reckless
Take this water and hydrate, bitch
I want to sit on it
But tell me why (why) you deserve it
Come on and prove, why I should move
I, I, I'll spit on it, it
'Cause I heard some freaky shit 'bout you
So let me see what that mouth do
'Cause, baby, it's not that easy to please me
Yeah, I'm needy
I need more attention with different positions
I'll sit on it, yeah (oh)
You
Baby, come on and prove, why I should move
Baby, look it, baby, I'll spit on it (spit on it)
Ah, uh, ayy
Say, you one hell of a canoe
Got it wetter than the whole Chesapeake Bay
Nothin' stoppin' you
Be the Nia to the hood Larenz Tate
Ooh, dive in it (ooh), take ya' time with it (ooh)
Lil' bow-legged hood nigga with a nine-inch (ooh)
Put it in my face
Baby, crash into these waves (oh, oh)
Let me sit on it
I want you to prove you deserve it
Baby, come on and prove, why I should move
I'm 'bout to spit on it, ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ah, ooh-ah
I
I
I want to sit on it
So tell me why (why) you deserve it
Come on and prove, why I should move
Spit on it
I need more than a text message
You gon' have to pull off somethin' impressive
Curves got you driving reckless
Take this water and hydrate, bitch
I want to sit on it
But tell me why (why) you deserve it
Come on and prove, why I should move
I, I, I'll spit on it, it
'Cause I heard some freaky shit 'bout you
So let me see what that mouth do
'Cause, baby, it's not that easy to please me
Yeah, I'm needy
I need more attention with different positions
I'll sit on it, yeah (oh)
You
Baby, come on and prove, why I should move
Baby, look it, baby, I'll spit on it (spit on it)
Ah, uh, ayy
Say, you one hell of a canoe
Got it wetter than the whole Chesapeake Bay
Nothin' stoppin' you
Be the Nia to the hood Larenz Tate
Ooh, dive in it (ooh), take ya' time with it (ooh)
Lil' bow-legged hood nigga with a nine-inch (ooh)
Put it in my face
Baby, crash into these waves (oh, oh)
Let me sit on it
I want you to prove you deserve it
Baby, come on and prove, why I should move
I'm 'bout to spit on it, ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Writer: Jazmine Sullivan, Courtney Shanade Salter, Kevin Wooten, Carl McCormick
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Donnas Tale
What women think
And now I'm gonna say this through my experiences, right?
Women think, "Oh no, I don't trick, I don't ho, I don't do none of that shit"
Bitch, every time you sleep with, even if you married
You have tricked in your f*ckin' marriage
You have sex because you know your husband
Is going to give you what the f*ck you want the next day
Girl, I've gotta give him something so I can get this
No, no you f*ckin' ho-ing bitch (she right about it)
(Hahaha, she right about it)
That's some real stuff (and she right about it)
Let's keep this shit f*ckin' real, we've all done it
(And she right about it, we don't wanna do it)
Let's keep this shit f*ckin' real
You f*ckin' your husband so you can get the f*ck you want
(Hahaha, she raw, she right about it)
(That's true, that's true)
Now it's time for the truth
We trickin' (I got plenty of ho days)
We trick with em all the f*ckin' time
(I been-I been trickin' eighteen years then)
Well shit, I'm like "What you want daddy? What you want Mommy to do?
'Cause I know on the other side of that I'm going to get what the f*ck I want
(And our mommies did it too)
(Yes, yes they did)
And now I'm gonna say this through my experiences, right?
Women think, "Oh no, I don't trick, I don't ho, I don't do none of that shit"
Bitch, every time you sleep with, even if you married
You have tricked in your f*ckin' marriage
You have sex because you know your husband
Is going to give you what the f*ck you want the next day
Girl, I've gotta give him something so I can get this
No, no you f*ckin' ho-ing bitch (she right about it)
(Hahaha, she right about it)
That's some real stuff (and she right about it)
Let's keep this shit f*ckin' real, we've all done it
(And she right about it, we don't wanna do it)
Let's keep this shit f*ckin' real
You f*ckin' your husband so you can get the f*ck you want
(Hahaha, she raw, she right about it)
(That's true, that's true)
Now it's time for the truth
We trickin' (I got plenty of ho days)
We trick with em all the f*ckin' time
(I been-I been trickin' eighteen years then)
Well shit, I'm like "What you want daddy? What you want Mommy to do?
'Cause I know on the other side of that I'm going to get what the f*ck I want
(And our mommies did it too)
(Yes, yes they did)
Writer: Banda Na
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Pricetags
Yeah
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
F*ck them pricetags
I ain't lookin' I just pick that, pick that
Turn me on when he say, "Get that, get that"
Make me wanna pull the freak out, freak out
He say, "Oh, I see you speak now"
That's right, reach down and pull the cash out, cash out
Make me love you, take your last out, last out, yeah
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Now, now and if you wanna see me drip like a faucet
I can be ya freak, throw it back, let you toss it
Spend a few stacks, keep a bad bitch happy
Real niggas know what make a bitch get nasty
Flashy, that's how I dress if you ask me
Pass me, you broke niggas can't catch me
He don't half step so I call him, "Big daddy"
If he want the pussy, first he gotta Cashapp me, hunneds
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (in my)
Want it, want it, spend them bands (yeah I)
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (now tell me how bad do you want it, baby?)
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (ooh-ooh)
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (is it enough to spend some)
Trickin' off regardless, spendin' my hard-earned (hard-earned)
I'd rather get a purse then deal with the heartburn (heartburn)
She don't wanna work, she takin' the week off (week)
Shit I'm startin' to think you don't even have a job (it's 9:30)
Lookin' at ya exes, all of 'em ballplayers (all ballplayers)
2012 Lexus, still ain't paid off yet (still ain't paid off yet)
Pullin' out my wallet, no credit cards in it
If I let you play, you gon' have a ball with it
(Fallin', fallin', fallin')
I'm tryna forget it (fallin', fallin', fallin')
You know it's just really disheartenin', but um (fallin', fallin', fallin')
I done paid for all kinds of uh nursin' classes and
F*ck goin' on around here? (Fallin', fallin', fallin')
Now, now she sayin' she wanna be a motherf*ck-mothaf*ckin' make up artist?
You don't want the chips if it got the guac missin' (got the guac missin')
You only want the Benz if it's AMG kitted (kitted)
But if I get pinched based off suspicion (right)
Is you gone sing like Bobby in New Edition? (Yeah-yeah)
Forget it, momma told me put the kid in (whoa)
So I did it (yeah)
But that baby came out black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction (whoa)
I'm light skinneded (whoa), my granddaddy Indian
You f*ckin' with my lineage and dividends (c'mon)
Peace and light, I wish you all the love (I wish you all the love)
Please get out my house, I'll call the cops
I think I have spent my final buck (no more)
I think I'm out to lunch
So I want
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands (oh-oh)
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (now tell me how bad do you want it, baby?)
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (ooh-ooh)
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
(Is it enough to spend your money, baby?)
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
F*ck them pricetags
I ain't lookin' I just pick that, pick that
Turn me on when he say, "Get that, get that"
Make me wanna pull the freak out, freak out
He say, "Oh, I see you speak now"
That's right, reach down and pull the cash out, cash out
Make me love you, take your last out, last out, yeah
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
Now, now and if you wanna see me drip like a faucet
I can be ya freak, throw it back, let you toss it
Spend a few stacks, keep a bad bitch happy
Real niggas know what make a bitch get nasty
Flashy, that's how I dress if you ask me
Pass me, you broke niggas can't catch me
He don't half step so I call him, "Big daddy"
If he want the pussy, first he gotta Cashapp me, hunneds
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (in my)
Want it, want it, spend them bands (yeah I)
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (now tell me how bad do you want it, baby?)
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (ooh-ooh)
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (is it enough to spend some)
Trickin' off regardless, spendin' my hard-earned (hard-earned)
I'd rather get a purse then deal with the heartburn (heartburn)
She don't wanna work, she takin' the week off (week)
Shit I'm startin' to think you don't even have a job (it's 9:30)
Lookin' at ya exes, all of 'em ballplayers (all ballplayers)
2012 Lexus, still ain't paid off yet (still ain't paid off yet)
Pullin' out my wallet, no credit cards in it
If I let you play, you gon' have a ball with it
(Fallin', fallin', fallin')
I'm tryna forget it (fallin', fallin', fallin')
You know it's just really disheartenin', but um (fallin', fallin', fallin')
I done paid for all kinds of uh nursin' classes and
F*ck goin' on around here? (Fallin', fallin', fallin')
Now, now she sayin' she wanna be a motherf*ck-mothaf*ckin' make up artist?
You don't want the chips if it got the guac missin' (got the guac missin')
You only want the Benz if it's AMG kitted (kitted)
But if I get pinched based off suspicion (right)
Is you gone sing like Bobby in New Edition? (Yeah-yeah)
Forget it, momma told me put the kid in (whoa)
So I did it (yeah)
But that baby came out black as Samuel in Pulp Fiction (whoa)
I'm light skinneded (whoa), my granddaddy Indian
You f*ckin' with my lineage and dividends (c'mon)
Peace and light, I wish you all the love (I wish you all the love)
Please get out my house, I'll call the cops
I think I have spent my final buck (no more)
I think I'm out to lunch
So I want
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand
Want it, want it, spend them bands (oh-oh)
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet (now tell me how bad do you want it, baby?)
Hunneds, hunneds in my hand (ooh-ooh)
Want it, want it, spend them bands
Yeah, I'ma take all I can get
That money keeps that pussy wet
(Is it enough to spend your money, baby?)
Writer: Jazmine Sullivan, Brandon Paak Anderson, Jairus Mozee
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rashidas Tale
So I met this girl when I was twenty years old
And it was an instant connection between us two
She was very affectionate, loving, kind, caring
Everything that you could dream of
And we ended up moving in together
She proposed to me, gave me a ring
She introduced me to her best friend
We went out together one night and we ended up sleeping together
And, it crushed her
And when it hurt her, it hurt me
She told me it was over, she asked for her ring back
I think I had a nervous breakdown, I was crying
And I never felt that type of pain before
Because it was always me being the one that was cheated on
And in turn, I caused that same type of pain to someone that I was madly in love with
Having lost her, at that time, it felt like a death to me
I can't you an explanation as to why I did it
'Cause I, I really don't know but
I f*cked up, I f*cked that up
And I can admit that
And it was an instant connection between us two
She was very affectionate, loving, kind, caring
Everything that you could dream of
And we ended up moving in together
She proposed to me, gave me a ring
She introduced me to her best friend
We went out together one night and we ended up sleeping together
And, it crushed her
And when it hurt her, it hurt me
She told me it was over, she asked for her ring back
I think I had a nervous breakdown, I was crying
And I never felt that type of pain before
Because it was always me being the one that was cheated on
And in turn, I caused that same type of pain to someone that I was madly in love with
Having lost her, at that time, it felt like a death to me
I can't you an explanation as to why I did it
'Cause I, I really don't know but
I f*cked up, I f*cked that up
And I can admit that
Writer: Banda Na
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lost One
You know when you lost one
A good one, you know when you lost one
Go out and f*ck different people
To cope and ignore all precautions
You drink and you drink and get faded
You feel like that's your only options (ah, ah)
And if it's too late, I understand
Sometimes it's too late to make amends
Just hear me out before you let it go
There is one thing I need for you to know
Just don't have too much fun without me
Don't have too much, don't have too much fun
Please don't forget about me
Try not to love no one
Oh, try not to love no one, yeah
I know that that's too much to ask
I know I'm a selfish bitch
But I want you to know I've been working on it
I know it don't matter
I know it don't help you heal no f*ckin' faster
Yeah, I know
I know I've been nothing short of a disaster (ah, ah)
Oh, and if it's too late, I understand
Sometimes it's too late to make amends
Just hear me out before you let it go
There is one thing I need for you to know
Just don't have too much fun without me
Don't have too much, don't have too much fun
Please don't forget about me
Try not to love no one
No one, no, try not to love no one, no one
Yeah
A good one, you know when you lost one
Go out and f*ck different people
To cope and ignore all precautions
You drink and you drink and get faded
You feel like that's your only options (ah, ah)
And if it's too late, I understand
Sometimes it's too late to make amends
Just hear me out before you let it go
There is one thing I need for you to know
Just don't have too much fun without me
Don't have too much, don't have too much fun
Please don't forget about me
Try not to love no one
Oh, try not to love no one, yeah
I know that that's too much to ask
I know I'm a selfish bitch
But I want you to know I've been working on it
I know it don't matter
I know it don't help you heal no f*ckin' faster
Yeah, I know
I know I've been nothing short of a disaster (ah, ah)
Oh, and if it's too late, I understand
Sometimes it's too late to make amends
Just hear me out before you let it go
There is one thing I need for you to know
Just don't have too much fun without me
Don't have too much, don't have too much fun
Please don't forget about me
Try not to love no one
No one, no, try not to love no one, no one
Yeah
Writer: Jazmine Sullivan, Dave Jr. Watson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Precious Tale
To be honest
Money makes me cum
Like I feel like when I see a man thriving
Out here hustling in many different ways that turns me on more than anything
And I'm not dealing with anyone who does not have money
Because I know my worth
And my childhood plays a big role on this
Me not having stuff as a child
Me wanting more out of life, it plays a big role in this
Growing up that just gave me ambitions
Okay, I'ma get my own, and I'ma be able to stand on my own
But I'm not gonna deal with anyone unless they can contribute to what I'm doing
I'm not about to be seen around being here for no broke nigga
When I know it's niggas out here that'll cash out on me, sorry
Money makes me cum
Like I feel like when I see a man thriving
Out here hustling in many different ways that turns me on more than anything
And I'm not dealing with anyone who does not have money
Because I know my worth
And my childhood plays a big role on this
Me not having stuff as a child
Me wanting more out of life, it plays a big role in this
Growing up that just gave me ambitions
Okay, I'ma get my own, and I'ma be able to stand on my own
But I'm not gonna deal with anyone unless they can contribute to what I'm doing
I'm not about to be seen around being here for no broke nigga
When I know it's niggas out here that'll cash out on me, sorry
Writer: Banda Na
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Other Side
Yeah, I got dreams
To buy expensive things
And I know that he's out there
So where's my millionaire?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I sit alone in my room, thinking how I'ma get out
I go to work at a job, I don't care nothing about
My rent is due later
Only got half to pay up
I never can save up
Think I've run outta favors
I'ma move to Atlanta
I'ma find me a rapper
He gon' buy me booty
Maybe star in a movie
I'ma keep up my fitness
I'ma start me a business
And I'll never be broke again, struggling
God is my witness
Can't wait to be rich, want a better life
Diamonds, cars, and trips, all money can buy
(I just wanna) I just wanna live on the other side
(I just wanna) I just wanna live on the other side
I'm meeting up with my girls and looking like a Barbie
We heard about a new club where all the ballers party
I'm hoping these titties
Can get me out this city
I know I'm too pretty
To not do nothing with it
(F*ck a day job) I'ma move to Atlanta
(Want a big house in the suburbs) I'ma find me a rapper
(Pool in the back) he gon' buy me a booty
(Get my ass done, fat transfer) maybe star in a movie
(Parties every week) I'ma keep up my fitness
(Gucci's on my feet) I'ma start me a bidness (get 'em when they drop, f*ck a boycott)
And I'll never be broke again, struggling, God is my witness
Can't wait to be rich, can't wait to be rich
Want a better life (I want diamonds cars and trips)
Diamonds, cars, and trips, all money can buy
(I just wanna live) I just wanna live on the other side
(I just wanna live) I just wanna live on the other side
See I've got dreams to buy expensive things
And I know that he's out there
So where's my millionaire?
Yeah, I've got dreams
To buy expensive things (I know, I know)
And I know he's somewhere near
So where's my millionaire?
I just wanna be taken care of
'Cause I worked enough
Comfort over love
I just wanna lay back
Spend my baby's money in his Maybach
I deserve that life
I'd be a damn good housewife
Two kids from a surrogate
Fine momma, I'ma stay fit
Get a facelift
Soccer mom getting wasted
Hermes tennis bracelets
Borra Borra for vacation
I'll be anything but basic
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
To buy expensive things
And I know that he's out there
So where's my millionaire?
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I sit alone in my room, thinking how I'ma get out
I go to work at a job, I don't care nothing about
My rent is due later
Only got half to pay up
I never can save up
Think I've run outta favors
I'ma move to Atlanta
I'ma find me a rapper
He gon' buy me booty
Maybe star in a movie
I'ma keep up my fitness
I'ma start me a business
And I'll never be broke again, struggling
God is my witness
Can't wait to be rich, want a better life
Diamonds, cars, and trips, all money can buy
(I just wanna) I just wanna live on the other side
(I just wanna) I just wanna live on the other side
I'm meeting up with my girls and looking like a Barbie
We heard about a new club where all the ballers party
I'm hoping these titties
Can get me out this city
I know I'm too pretty
To not do nothing with it
(F*ck a day job) I'ma move to Atlanta
(Want a big house in the suburbs) I'ma find me a rapper
(Pool in the back) he gon' buy me a booty
(Get my ass done, fat transfer) maybe star in a movie
(Parties every week) I'ma keep up my fitness
(Gucci's on my feet) I'ma start me a bidness (get 'em when they drop, f*ck a boycott)
And I'll never be broke again, struggling, God is my witness
Can't wait to be rich, can't wait to be rich
Want a better life (I want diamonds cars and trips)
Diamonds, cars, and trips, all money can buy
(I just wanna live) I just wanna live on the other side
(I just wanna live) I just wanna live on the other side
See I've got dreams to buy expensive things
And I know that he's out there
So where's my millionaire?
Yeah, I've got dreams
To buy expensive things (I know, I know)
And I know he's somewhere near
So where's my millionaire?
I just wanna be taken care of
'Cause I worked enough
Comfort over love
I just wanna lay back
Spend my baby's money in his Maybach
I deserve that life
I'd be a damn good housewife
Two kids from a surrogate
Fine momma, I'ma stay fit
Get a facelift
Soccer mom getting wasted
Hermes tennis bracelets
Borra Borra for vacation
I'll be anything but basic
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
I'm on the other side
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer: Dan Thomas, Jazmine Sullivan, Joe Gallagher, Matthew Wong, Samuel Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Amandas Tale
It's a little hurtful that I can't just be confident and
In being with one person
That I gotta look over my shoulder
Looking at these girls on Instagram and
It's hard sometimes because I don't have all that that they have
And the sex has become my superpower
It's like sex is where I, I'm finding my worth
You know it's, that's the one thing that I know
I can make you keep coming back to me
But at the end of the day
Even if you don't really want me, I know you gon' want that
In one way it's empowering, in another it's, it's sad
I feel moments of sadness knowing that, you know
Just me alone and who I am is not enough
In being with one person
That I gotta look over my shoulder
Looking at these girls on Instagram and
It's hard sometimes because I don't have all that that they have
And the sex has become my superpower
It's like sex is where I, I'm finding my worth
You know it's, that's the one thing that I know
I can make you keep coming back to me
But at the end of the day
Even if you don't really want me, I know you gon' want that
In one way it's empowering, in another it's, it's sad
I feel moments of sadness knowing that, you know
Just me alone and who I am is not enough
Writer: Banda Na
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Girl Like Me
(Bongo ByTheWay)
Yeah, I made a profile on Tinder
Since you left me to be with her
I think that means I'm gettin' desperate
Wish I could return to sender
But you don't love me no more
And I don't even know what for (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Knew it was real when you blocked me
Now I sit at home judgin' my body
Wondering what I did to lose you (what I did to lose you)
Why in the hell you ain't choose me?
Why you don't love me no more? (Yeah)
And I don't even know what for (nah, ah-ah)
You must've wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what I was missin'
What you asked I would've given
It ain't right how these hoes be winnin'
Why they be winnin'? Yeah (why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me, how come they be winnin'? Yeah
(Why they be? Why they be?)
And I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me
Yeah, you gon' make me a gold digger (gold digger)
Maybe I should look like a stripper
Wearin' Fashion Nova dresses
All these dudes be so pressed and impressed with it
You leave me with no choice, ohh
I can't do this good girl shit no more
Oh-oh, oh-oh, I just wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what I was missin'
What you asked I would've given, yeah
It ain't right, how these hoes be winnin'
Yeah, they be winnin' (Why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me, how come they be winnin' (how come they?)
(Why they be? Why they be?)
And I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me
Y'all niggas be makin' us sad (makin' us mad)
Then say y'all don't know why we mad (know why we mad)
So we start actin' like we don't care
'Cause y'all niggas be takin' us there
'Cause you don't want us no more, ooh (ooh-ooh)
It breaks us to the core, ooh
Boy, you must wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what you was missin'
What you asked I would've given
It ain't right how these hoes be winnin'
Why they be winnin'? (Why they be? Why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me (why they be?)
How come they be winnin'? (Why they be? Why they be?)
I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me (ooh)
A hoe I'll be, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Yeah (ooh-ooh)
That's what you wanted, that's what you get (ooh-ooh)
A hoe I'll be (ooh)
Look what you did, kid (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, a hoe I'll be, hmm (ooh-ooh)
See what you did to me? (Ooh-ooh)
Ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, I made a profile on Tinder
Since you left me to be with her
I think that means I'm gettin' desperate
Wish I could return to sender
But you don't love me no more
And I don't even know what for (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Knew it was real when you blocked me
Now I sit at home judgin' my body
Wondering what I did to lose you (what I did to lose you)
Why in the hell you ain't choose me?
Why you don't love me no more? (Yeah)
And I don't even know what for (nah, ah-ah)
You must've wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what I was missin'
What you asked I would've given
It ain't right how these hoes be winnin'
Why they be winnin'? Yeah (why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me, how come they be winnin'? Yeah
(Why they be? Why they be?)
And I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me
Yeah, you gon' make me a gold digger (gold digger)
Maybe I should look like a stripper
Wearin' Fashion Nova dresses
All these dudes be so pressed and impressed with it
You leave me with no choice, ohh
I can't do this good girl shit no more
Oh-oh, oh-oh, I just wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what I was missin'
What you asked I would've given, yeah
It ain't right, how these hoes be winnin'
Yeah, they be winnin' (Why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me, how come they be winnin' (how come they?)
(Why they be? Why they be?)
And I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me
Y'all niggas be makin' us sad (makin' us mad)
Then say y'all don't know why we mad (know why we mad)
So we start actin' like we don't care
'Cause y'all niggas be takin' us there
'Cause you don't want us no more, ooh (ooh-ooh)
It breaks us to the core, ooh
Boy, you must wanted somethin' different
Still don't know what you was missin'
What you asked I would've given
It ain't right how these hoes be winnin'
Why they be winnin'? (Why they be? Why they be? Why they be?)
No hope for a girl like me (why they be?)
How come they be winnin'? (Why they be? Why they be?)
I ain't wanna be
But you gon' make a hoe out of me (ooh)
A hoe I'll be, yeah (ooh-ooh)
Yeah (ooh-ooh)
That's what you wanted, that's what you get (ooh-ooh)
A hoe I'll be (ooh)
Look what you did, kid (ooh-ooh)
Yeah, a hoe I'll be, hmm (ooh-ooh)
See what you did to me? (Ooh-ooh)
Ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh
Writer: Gabriella Wilson, Jazmine Sullivan, Stephen Feigenbaum, Tarron D Crayton, Uforo Imeh Ebong
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Heaux Tales is an EP by American R&B singer Jazmine Sullivan. Released by RCA Records on January 8, 2021, it was her first project since 2015's critically-acclaimed Reality Show. It includes features from Ari Lennox, Anderson .Paak, and H.E.R. The EP was primarily recorded in Sullivan's Philadelphia home.
The project has also been variably identified as a "concept album" and "schematic, a successor to didactic concept albums like The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill". Structurally, six "spoken word interludes" "are followed by songs that flesh them out as character studies". The themes explored include feminism, sexuality, classism, and body-shaming among other lyrical topics supported by narrative interludes between each song. The project received widespread critical acclaim and was also a commercial success, debuting at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart, marking Sullivan's highest position on the chart.
Heaux Tales won Album of the Year at the 2021 BET Awards and the 2021 Soul Train Music Awards; it was named Album of the Year by NPR, Entertainment Weekly, LA Times and Pitchfork. The EP won Best R&B Album at the 64th Grammy Awards, and its single "Pick Up Your Feelings" was nominated for Best R&B Song and won for Best R&B Performance.
The project was further promoted by the Heaux Tales Tour in 2022, Sullivan's third US headlining tour. Sullivan released the deluxe edition of the project, titled Heaux Tales, Mo' Tales: The Deluxe, on February 11, 2022.
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Jazmine SullivanThe project has also been variably identified as a "concept album" and "schematic, a successor to didactic concept albums like The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill". Structurally, six "spoken word interludes" "are followed by songs that flesh them out as character studies". The themes explored include feminism, sexuality, classism, and body-shaming among other lyrical topics supported by narrative interludes between each song. The project received widespread critical acclaim and was also a commercial success, debuting at number four on the US Billboard 200 chart, marking Sullivan's highest position on the chart.
Heaux Tales won Album of the Year at the 2021 BET Awards and the 2021 Soul Train Music Awards; it was named Album of the Year by NPR, Entertainment Weekly, LA Times and Pitchfork. The EP won Best R&B Album at the 64th Grammy Awards, and its single "Pick Up Your Feelings" was nominated for Best R&B Song and won for Best R&B Performance.
The project was further promoted by the Heaux Tales Tour in 2022, Sullivan's third US headlining tour. Sullivan released the deluxe edition of the project, titled Heaux Tales, Mo' Tales: The Deluxe, on February 11, 2022.
Genre(s): R&B, hip hop
Length: 32:21
Released: January 8th, 2021
Year: 2021