Mothers Leave Your Young (kitty gushy)

Kitty gushy, push tushy, Broke-ass motherfuckers can't touch me, Dick on his brain, cash in my hand, You wanna fuck with the best? Understand. Don't bring flowers, bitch, bring bands, Don't bring promises, bring them grands, Don't say “baby,” don't say “trust me,” Money talk—that shit gets pussy. He say, “Damn, girl, why you like that?” 'Cause my shit good and I know that fact. Got motherfuckers losing they mind, But broke ain't getting one second of time. You want this bitch? Better come correct. I don't take hope and I don't take checks. Fuck your feelings, fuck your game, If the money ain't right, forget my name. Kitty gushy, push tushy, Everybody want it, ain't everybody lucky. Talk that shit with your wallet shut? Get the fuck out—you ain't fucking with us. Big bills, bitch, that's foreplay, Stack that shit up, then maybe you stay. He came with hundreds, I said, “That's cute.” You came for the queen, motherfucker—bring loot. [Chorus] Kitty gushy, push tushy, Broke-ass motherfuckers can't touch me, Best damn pussy, everybody know, You ain't got money? There's the fucking door. Kitty gushy, push tushy, Talk about love? That shit don't move me. Come with the dollars, come with respect, Come with both—or don't fucking come correct.