That's Not Right - Kirko Bangz

Uh, uh

She ain’t lookin' for love, she just lookin' for things

She just lookin' for a nigga that’s chasin' his dreams

A youngin' she tell him how much she love him

And she know he gon' accept it cause

A nigga been thru some things

She cal around the city to see what he stackin'

What type of car he drive, what type of weight he packin'

Shit is he lame or is he cool, does he bang and is he rude

Does he claim to be in school, is he attending classes

Don’t want a low life, she livin' that hoe life, she ain’t got no life

But fuckin' and suckin' these niggas and livin' the poor life

Don’t treat her poor light, don’t give her no light

But we the reason when they loved us we ain’t give them no life

That’s not right, look how they changin' the game

And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame

It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame

When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same

That’s not right, look how they changin' the game

Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame

It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame

When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same

Yeah

Who gon' change the world, for that baby girl

In her stroller, when she get older, she could save the world

Her soul is so pure, it ain’t made of pearls

And yeah that girl strippin' with somebody’s baby girl

While her mama workin' hard to bring the food home

She out here workin' hard just to keep her phone on

So she won’t get left behind, in the social battleground

We got the lower end, I want them better times

That 'let me walk you home from school' that was my favorite line

But now these 12 year old kids makin' babies now

By 18, she be doin' lines, and probly dead by age 25

That’s not right, look how they changin' the game

And now these women want the money, cars, clothes and that fame

It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame

When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same

That’s not right, look how they changin' the game

Look how these women want the money, cars, clothes and the fame

It’s not right, but tell me who can you blame

When every nigga treat em' wrong and they mamas' the same