Cut Her Off Songtext
von Rick Ross

Them boys wearin′ fake belts
They drink fake lean
Niggas smokin' sip daddy


(Rick Ross)
Bitches dropping like Swiss
Vicky Pattino, 50 Racks on the corner, biggest Casino
Hoes thinkin′ I'm Boogie, when I'm smokin′ them goochy
All my shoes be Gucci, I got a mill full of boosie
Double limb on the ries, ducktape on my pistol
So you won′t be surprised, it's time to make this yo issue
Got a bitch on the east, got a bitch on the west
When I′m eatin' the box, I let her sit on my chest
You know I love her a lot, she let me fuck on my yacht
Rollin′ dice with my niggas, a half a ticket the pot
I blew a brick out in Reno, uncle Balla Casino
Nigga shot at the car, walk away like the Zeno
Put the sef on myself, I feel 100 degrees
Niggas gettin' that money, bust it down with ya teeth
From the Chevy to Bentley, from the Bentley to Rolls
It may seem like we do, we neva lovin′ them hoes
It kinda add up at night, we call it simple mathematics
Transfers and wires that happen under the matrice
Niggas shot for the stars, playn larger amounts
Niggas thought I was slippin', I got a grip on the self

(K camp)
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying ho?
You Know I′m the man ho?
Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho
Hope he understand though
You ain′t nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though
Saying, though
It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off


(K camp)
Creeping on the low, hope your man don′t see
She will bust it down for some damn Lime-A-Ritas
Chew me like some bubblegum, something like Rasheeda
Gotta get my partner some, she on me like Adidas
Baby, you can't hold back, better stop flexing like you not
Your man tryna patrol that, I guess he is a cop
But he really can't cuff if he busting at my spot
But I done had enough cause you making my shit hot
Blowing up a nigga phone, what I tell yo ass ′bout that?
Tryna hold something, hold my nuts, can you do that?
Can you play around with that mouth while he hit it from the back?
You can′t say nothing now
Cause we all been through wid that, through wid that

(K camp)
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying ho?
You Know I'm the man ho?
Nothing but a bird I′mma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho
Hope he understand though
You ain't nothing but a creeper, baby, I′m just saying, though
Saying, though
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off

You know that ain′t a real bad bitch: that′s a knock off
When I get the whoop I get the joog and like hassawn
Outdoor, cool in front, hit it from the back, rearrange and lace front
Stuntin', tattoos on my neck and on my kidneys
If I don′t like that he, I turn her ass into a frisbee
If I don't like yo diss, I turn her ass into a frisbee
I throw that, I don′t own that, right by the windie
Three cell phones an all f them jumpin'
I can see yo hoes and all of the nothin′
Yeah, I'mma don, don Cheeto, don Cornelius, watch me spill
Pockets full like don Corlacino, nigga, done deal

(K camp)
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off
So what you saying ho?
You Know I′m the man ho?
Nothing but a bird I'mma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho
Hope he understand though
You ain′t nothing but a creeper, baby, I'm just saying, though
Saying, though
It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off