What She Gonna Do?

[Too $hort]

It's just a little mo' game (ye-yeah ye-yeah)

You might need to learn some (make me say ohh)

Listen and learn (Yeahh-yeahhhhh)

[Verse One]

She's all about that get rich

Treat a nigga like the lotto, he's a quick pick

... it's nothin to a boss bitch

What happened to his cash flow? He lost it

She don't give a fuck about none of you guys

She make you look so bad, I bet you want a disguise

I knew the day and time would come

When she went out in the world and had to find her one

He sponsors all her daily, activities

I'm not her pimp, she don't pay me or give me fees

I just laced her with the game, so she could shake those lames

And try to take her change, I told her make yo' name

And turn the tables on 'em, I call her DJ Break-a-Trick

Cause all your money she'll be takin it

Put her on the pedestal, your queen on the throne

And she's still gon' bring the money home

[Chorus: Too $hort]

(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?

(Ye-yeah ye-yeah) What she gon' do?

(Make me say ohh) What she gon' do?

Players better ask a bitch - bitch whatchu gon' do?

(I'll be the one to come runnin - be the one to come runnin)

(Ohh, home to you.. home to you)

(You're givin me - loooooooooooove, with a nigga like you)

(It's no need to play around, ohhhhhhh)

(You're more than just big pimpin)

(You're blowin my mind with the love that you're givin)

(That's what you'll hear me say, boy every dayyyyyyyy)

[Verse Two]

I knew she had potential, to be a real player

Get paid up the ass by a millionaire

She ain't tradin sex, like these broke hoes

Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco

She took the show on the road, for the fun and the thrills

Now it's nothin but hundred dollar bills

She got a lot of G's, spend 'em how you please

All you broke-ass hoes, get up off yo' knees

Don't go to Hoe College if you want some mo' knowledge

Cause bitches graduate and end up with fo' dollars

You can be a hustler, and never be a baller

He tried to bread her up whenever he would call her

But the bitch was too dumb, to ask for a thang

I try to teach 'em when they young, so they don't pass on the game

And when you get your thang on

Remember where you got your game and where you came from

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

It's obvious, we don't come from the same world

But you still fell in love with the game girl

Now you're, dedicated since you elevated

And you, you never hated, just celebrated

You can't play with the game, you gotta go get it

It's fire - stop drop and then roll with it

Let a baller finance your brand new car

And if he can't do more, you better kick him out the door pimpin

Tell him how you like diamond rings

So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things

Now you spendin and shoppin, like you playin a sport

Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle $hort

I'm proud of you - what you grown to be

Don't tell him nothin - you always belong to me

You can travel the world and get your stack on

Just don't be broke when you come back home

[Chorus] - to fade