Lyricist : Ben Banks

Composer : Ben Banks

I know that shit get hard, but baby, keep your head up

I know that times is hard, but baby, go and run your cake up

Your mama made a queen, don't gotta cover up with makeup

Don't settle for no nigga 'less he help you get that paper

And if he ain't about his bread, just cut him off like he a taper

Realize he only tryna **** and ain't bringin' shit to the table

I see you move a lil' smarter, won't let another nigga play you

She ain't the type, she just won't give it up to anybody

I hope you love her for her heart and not just for her body

I know you tired of ****in' around, they always let you down

'Cause when you **** around with them **** arounds, you get ****ed around

Daddy never there, since a youngin, never came around

Only trust a couple solid bitches who she hang around

She gon' keep it ten toes, she been ridin' solo

All about her gunplay, gon' shoot 'em like a photo

No, she don't need nobody, no, she don't really know, though

Lil' mama, she a five star, ain't talkin' Grand Theft Auto

She don't really need you, she **** with you if she want to

You better feel lucky if she decide that she want you

And if you get to tweakin', you know that she gon' get you gone

Lil' baby found her worth, now she get whatever she want

And if nobody told you, I'll be the one to tell you

Yeah, she know I'm the plug, but all these lies, no, I won't sell you

You been on your own, but you don't need nobody else

They told her, "Give it up", she put her heart right on the shelf

I know that times is hard, but baby, go and run your cake up

Your mama made a queen, don't gotta cover up with makeup

Don't settle for no nigga 'less he help you get that paper

And if he ain't about his bread, just cut him off like he a taper

Realize he only tryna **** and ain't bringin' shit to the table

I see you move a lil' smarter, won't let another nigga play you

She ain't the type, she just won't give it up to anybody

I hope you love her for her heart and not just for her body

I know that times is hard, but baby, go and run your cake up

Your mama made a queen, don't gotta cover up with makeup

Don't settle for no nigga 'less he help you get that paper

And if he ain't about his bread, just cut him off like he a taper

Realize he only tryna **** and ain't bringin' shit to the table

I see you move a lil' smarter, won't let another nigga play you

She ain't the type, she just won't give it up to anybody

I hope you love her for her heart and not just for her body

No, you don't need nobody else

You got it all to yourself

No, she don't need nobody

That bitch don't need nobody