LL Cool J - Ratchet Lyrics
One more timeI want it to be perfectAh manShe got a lot of game, BShe’s so ratchet, she’s so ratchetBut she’s so bad we could throw cash at itFirst I’m gonna smash it, then I’m gonna leave itYou ain’t gonna do me like you did, hear meI’mma get my (can I have some cash?)It’s time to get rid of yo ratchet assI’mma get my (and where the money for gas?)I should’ve never been with your ratchet assShe gave up the dreams, lady coming with the gamesStanding in the mirror, trying on my chainsSmiley.. baby you want some champagne?You need a towel, you going out the trainIf so, can I drop the Range?Pick up Melissa, Jennifer and Lorraine?Hah man, here we goThe last dude you was with must’ve been slowEver since your girlfriend made the introTinted, you’re all packed up in the rentalYou gave me a look that made it real simpleWe could get it in, you know.. a videoBut I ain’t rich and you ain’t KinkaidCancel the cameras, we could ***** all dayMake a pit stop, hit it in the hallwayApartment upstairs is bump it Cool JTell me this later, holding my handGot your head up on my chest like I’m really your manI’m thinkin’to myself, is this part of the plan?Where you going with this? Don’t understandShe’s so ratchet, she’s so ratchetBut she’s so bad we could throw cash at itFirst I’m gonna smash it, then I’m gonna leave itYou ain’t gonna do me like you did, hear meI’mma get my (can I have some cash?)It’s time to get rid of yo ratchet assI’mma get my (and where the money for gas?)I should’ve never been with your ratchet assHunger Games begunSitting on the side of my bed, count my 1’sTalking bout you and me would make a cool sonConvincing me, you ain’t really seeing no oneI love spending time with you, it’s so funBut thinkin’ to myself.. ***** please, I’m doneYour shit’s unrealI guess I should blame it on them damn high heelsThe way your skin look when your silk gloss peelThat damn DiAngelo and his how does it feelYou went from jump off to G4 jetsPoor type of baller saying I got necksI should’ve ignored you when you sent that textNo, I couldn’t afford you when we first had sexHad to do it anywayAnd I would do this shit all over any dayCuz you a nasty thingDrive me up the walls with the skills you bringBut I hope you’re okay with a little Burger KingCuz the bills be whoppers when you find diamondsShe’s so ratchet, she’s so ratchetBut she’s so bad we could throw cash at itFirst I’m gonna smash it, then I’m gonna leave itYou ain’t gonna do me like you did, hear meI’mma get my (can I have some cash?)It’s time to get rid of yo ratchet assI’mma get my (and where the money for gas?)I should’ve never been with your ratchet assMy pockets feel lightWoke up this morning and something wasn’t rightThe numbers are all offYou got your hands done and it looks all softHere if I’m in not no placeYou giving me the innocent poker faceI feel weird when we embraceYou treat my house like it’s our placeAnd you go hard in the bedAm I doing that much or do you need meds?I mean I believe what you saidBut you was screaming and she was giving me headAggressive shoppin and credit card droppinRelax baby, ain’t none of hat poppinOnce that starts ain’t no stoppingThe swap meat got real good cottageShe’s so ratchet, she’s so ratchetBut she’s so bad we could throw cash at itFirst I’m gonna smash it, then I’m gonna leave itYou ain’t gonna do me like you did, hear meI’mma get my (can I have some cash?)It’s time to get rid of yo ratchet assI’mma get my (and where the money for gas?)I should’ve never been with your ratchet ass
