[Verse 1: Major Nine, Chief Pound]
Skin complexion of a honey bun
Gotta throw my dollars she's a one of one
No time for no games, I don't play that
I fuck wit' you, you fuck wit' me you better say ya
'Cause I don't see nobody in your place yet
I don't fuck wit' people 'cause they fake
Please show me that your [?]
Hol' lotta money so you know you got problems
Hol' lotta bitches so you know I got options
I don't mean to test you I'm just seein' if you rockin'
I ain't trippin' 'bout no bitch I cut 'em off like they ain't nothin'
All that nasty shit a nigga doin' I know she feel me
If a nigga start right now she might kill me, like oh
If I ever play I ain't trippin' 'bout no hoes (No, no, no, no)
Okay, real nigga rappers in the steppin' evеry season
I [?] gimme one morе reason
Fuck me then you leavin'
Say you got a nigga at home but you don't need 'im
[?] screamin'
I know, you gon' hear my phone tomorrow
I'm fuckin' [?]

[Chorus: Major Nine, Chief Pound]
My broken heart might fuck the streets up (Uh)
I might just act like don't need her
Faded with these shades on, I don't see her
My ear closed 'cause I wasn't a believer
I ain't believe it when you told me
You loved me when you was ridin'
But keep on ridin', I'm still inside it, dive in
I think it's right because the timin'
I spent a lot up on these diamonds, to make sure that she's shinin'
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