Hi Maintenance Lyrics - Yukmouth

(Lil' Mo) 

L-I-L M-O 

Yo shorty can I live 

Since you always wanna lay- up on something 

Touch something 

Then you gotta pay-up on something 

Come off that playa 

Quit tryin to hold an event 

All this love aint for free nigga what you think? 

Like I'ma work for some tips while you cruisin your six 

You gon' take me to the mall and you'll flood out my wrist 

Think I'ma let you hit for you put chairs up in this bitch 

Think I'ma have them kids and I aint seeing 'bout a grip 

Shit I don't know what you heard 

But that dough do matter 

I wanna be so icy I break the Wind-chill Factor 

I wanna be up at the Grammy's next to Jada and Will 

And when they peep out my shine yo they both catch chill 

I wanna ball with the ballers 

Wanna play with the players 

Make my best friend see me and she turn into a hater 

I'm high maintenance 

Endorse me with no fake money 

Real niggas make money 

Real women take money 

[Chorus] 

You gotta spend the dough you see 

If you wanna be with me 

My hair my clothes my nails my feet 

Aint nothin' over here for free 

You gotta spend the dough you see 

If you wanna be with me 

[Yukmouth] 

Playboy you buy that broad gators 

You payin' car payments 

Playboy you buy that broad bracelets 

They all high maintenance 

Start with the basics 

All bitches suck dick 

All bitches aint shit 

All bitches pussy stank 

Shit all bitches high maintenance 

Ya 'll pussy aint worth gators and tennis bracelets 

When they keep pictures of niggas they take it in the basement 

You give her paper 

Take her to Vegas (that's high maintenance) 

You payin' Navigator car payments (that's high maintenance) 

Nigga you keep her draped with stupid jewels and loot to play with 

Thinkin you a player when you really losin papers 

On exotic vacations 

Nights at crustaceans 

Crack (?) take off the cape its mistaken 

You remind me of them broad playas that date Caucasians 

Fuck they millions off and don't (?) 

But playa patna 

Go buy her Prada (?) even Estada 

Not knowing she just fucked your best patna 

You still put baguettes on her collar 

And get engaged with a bitch who aint shit 

That broad high maintenance 

Chorus 

[Lil' Mo] 

Nigga don't flip over that trip to Nevada 

Only reason that I went was to trick yo dollars 

Sip Colada 

Oh yeah let me remind ya 

If you was circumcised I wouldn't have hit you patna 

Cause all girls want niggas to know (we high maintenance) 

And all niggas better give us the dough (so just face it) 

And since you payin for my car, my crib, my hair, my gear, my clothes 

You tell me who's really the ho nigga 

[Yukmouth] 

I aint the one 

The one that get played like a pooper-scooper 

These chicken heads in my Coupe with the roof up 

I get in between the sheets like a Ku Klux 

Bust two nuts (then do what?) 

Fuck everybody in yo crew that knew ya (then do what?) 

Scramble through your purse and steal your credit cards (do what?) 

Do doughnuts in yo shit until I wreck the car (do what?) 

Disrespect my broad 

Check my broad 

Sex her 

Squirt it in one eye 

Still won't get my broad 

Fuck naw... 

[Chorus]