What is it about my smile
that makes you lie to my face?
If I close my eyes to your bullshit
I could still smell it on you
I could smell it from a mile away
You can't be the truth and be loved
Oh no, hey
Make up your mind, baby
What is it about my smile
that makes you lie to my face?

Let me ask this
just what does it take
to be the apple of your iris?
How much of this bullshit
until we reach the pasture?
Ain't no need to gas me
it was lit from the lashes
Back when chit-chattin' casually
'bout how you think monogamy
is somethin' of the past
But, baby girl
your actions speak somethin' totally opposite
And you have to pardon me
'cause I am a dog, you see
And if you lead me to the park
I break up off the leash
What is it about my smile
that would make you ponder
kickin' dirt in my water?
Spillin' bleach in the laundry bag
and stressin' my momma
Pushin' dents in my armor, scratchin'
dentin' my Pontiac
Bitch, are you off your shit?
I bag another one just
to piss you off and shit
Don't make me put the shit
I bought you up for auction, bitch

[Break]
Hold on, hold the fuck up
Pause this shit

[Verse 2]
My lady drives me high up the wall
She keeps me up and locked in the bathin' room
Why am I screamin' at the top of my lungs?
When she can't hear a word that I say to her?

[Chorus]
You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty)
Calculate (All of it)
Trackin' (All of it)
All of this (Bullshit)
Worthless shit, you packaged up
Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all)
Bitch, now you know
that was totally out of pocket

[Break]
Would've let me fall off
(Would you catch me when I fall?)
I won't sweat the small stuff
(No more chasin' business, no)
I can't keep from fallin' off
Keep me from these useless bitches
these ruthless leeches
I might catch you all alone
(I don't need it, I don't need it!)

[Verse 3]
Now bro, he lends me no help at all
He's out there chasin' money
that's far too small
Lately, he's talkin' 'bout investin' withdraw
But the loan of which you owe me
is far from paid off
Oh, Lord

[Chorus]
You petty, petty bitch, (Huh, petty)
Calculate (All of it)
Trackin' (All of it)
All of this (Bullshit)
Worthless shit, you packaged up
Don't stop my shit, (All of it, all of it, all)
Bitch, now you know
that was totally out of pocket