Dear, John Larry June

[Intro]
Damn
You know how it be, B
You know
I got hit with the "Dear John" letter, yeah
But she was a go, I can't even lie, though

[Verse 1]
Everything was cool, the money was clockin'
Put the bitch in a Benz in Balenciagas
Never knew she a blower, she was A1 snow
Lil' thick white bitch, can't lie, she go
We was runnin' it up, livin' the dream
She had a good ass trick, he bought her everything
Bags and all, Louis Vuitton
But I wasn't 'round so she fagged off
For a P that had more time than me
I only had a few days in the month to see her
I was doin' shows, Rolling Loud
Every time the bitch hit, it made me proud
I'm on my way, two more hours
Let's go eat and fuck off thousands
You like hibachi, I ordered the lobster
A bottle of champagne, we do it like mobsters
I should've took your bad ass with me to Maui
Run up a check, I heard that it's poppin'
I was out the game but the check was propper
Just hit my line, bitch, I always got you