[Verse 1: Dorian]
Waking up inside a shawty half drunk
I had a shot, a tad pumped
I just broke up with my honey, it’s a bad month
And money hungry mamis taking mad drugs
Right?
I might need a lift
Shawty in your pockets like lint for the rent
It doesn’t make sense they just sent for the cents
And these girls go crazy for niggas who ain’t shit
That’s all cool to me, it’s all gucci mane
I just play the field, I’m phil jackson
I don’t need a savvy jacket feel jackson
All my twenties tubman I don’t feel jackson
Flow game master whip, it’s still crackin’
Flow game orlando brown, it’s still crackin’
Pull up to the function, fuck it what’s happening?
Hope they never catch you on the ave lackin’
Right?

[Hook: Trinidad Cardona]
Oooh
Hit my line if you feel mistreated
I can treat you right
Let me know if you really see it
Look into my eyes
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