Letra da Música That's Not Right de Kirko Bangz

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

She just looking for a nigga thats chasing his dreams
A youngin she tell him how much she love him
And she know he gone accept it
Cause a nigga been through some things
She call around the city to see what he stacking
What type of car he drive?
What type of weight he packing?
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 living that hoe life
She ain't got no life
But fucking and sucking and living the po life
Don treat her po-lite, don't give her no light
But we the reason when they loved us
We ain't give em no light

[chorus]
It's not right, look how they changin the game
And now these women want the money, cars
Clothes, and that fame
Its not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em wrong
And they mommas the same

It's not right, look how they changin the game
Look how these women want the money
Cars, clothes, and the fame
Its not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em wrong
And they mommas the same

Who gone change the world, for that baby girl
In her stroller, when she get older she can save the world
Her soul is so pure, it ain't made of pearls
And that girl stripping, was somebodies baby girl
While her momma working hard to bring the food home
She out here working hard just to keep her phone on
So she won't get left behind, in this 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 making babies now
By 18, she'll be doing lines
And probably dead by age 25

[chorus]
It's not right, look how they changin the game
And now these women want the money
Cars, clothes, and the fame
Its not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em wrong
And they mommas the same

Its not right, look how they changin the game
Look how these women want the money
Cars, clothes, and the fame
Its not right, but tell me who can you blame
When every nigga treat em wrong
And they mommas the same