[Intro]
  Uh, y'know, uh, Boogie Brown, uh
  How you expect me to love you, nigga
  Can't even trust you, uh
  
  So he played you, right?
  Shot a little game then he blazed you, right?
  Talkin' 'bout he was gon' make you wife then make you right
  And the last you seen was his car break lights
  
  He fooled you girl, pussy is power, let me school you girl
  Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
  And let no playin' nigga rule your world and screw you girl
  
  I got 'em hatin' me, I throws the pussy down, keep 'em chasin' me
  Basically, niggas game a lot, so bet I game back
  And make the nigga think that I came a lot
  And I change the plot, when we was at Jacob
  That chain was hot, is he on or what?
  Nigga cop the broach in the double R
  And you got the notes, so I know you not broke, nigga
  
  [Total & Foxy]
  1 - (I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
  I can't rock with you no more
  (You and your bullshit)
  (How can I love you)
  (Can't even trust you)
  
  (I ain't fuckin' wit' you)
  I can't rock with you no more
  (Cut the bullshit)
  (How can I love you
  (Can't even trust you)
  
  I got 'em mad at Fox, 'fore I let a nigga just stab the box
  I gotta have some rocks, even then
  All I do is get they asses hot, then I ask them
  When was the last time you had some twat?
  Put 'em right in his place, saw him right down
  Shake it right in his face, you like the waist?
  By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
  
  Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
  "Property of Mohogany Brown", standin' knock-kneed
  On the balcony while you knock me down
  Ya'll wanna break me off without cakin' me off?
  Then expect the bitch to be faithfull to y'alls
  The next nigga copin' me bags straight from Dior
  Prada shoes, that's the bomb straight outta Milan
  And I'm about that money, no need to pretend
  Why don't you holla at me when you ready to spend
  
  Repeat 1
  
  You got as much, you game's y'all
  And I can spit it nigga, same as y'alls, same shoes, same cars
  Ain't like a chick ain't bawlin' herself
  Can you give me mo', then I'm holding myself
  I ain't tryin' to trip on no dick
  I ain't tryin' to have no cat laid up in my shit
  Had the next bitch layed up in my six?
  Gigglin', dizzy as shit, is it sick?
  
  I'm what a nigga would love to have
  Chick with her own, nice tits, nice ass
  Nice attitude even though I might spaz
  He was still quite fast, you like the wife style
  Cuz you know that I come out ready to dumb out
  In house shoes, slippers, put it down for my niggas
  And I ain't goin' front, I'm about my end, so
  Holla at me when you ready to spend
  
  Repeat 1
  Repeat 1
  
  [Total]
  I can't rock you, no more
  Say it again, say it again
  
  I can't rock you, no more
  Say it again, say it again
  say it again, say it again
  
  I can't rock you, no more
  I can't rock you, no more
  Say it again, say it again
  say it again, say it again
  
  I can't rock with you no more
  Say it again, say it again
  I can't rock with you no more
  Say it again, say it again
  I can't rock with you no more