[Intro]
Yeah, Aye
Catour fuck it up
[Verse 1]
Gotta sit on this mic ‘cause I can’t keep my thoughts inside me
And I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael Lowrey
Got a bad lil bih from Paris, met her at the Eiffel Tower
Bought a brand new watch for my birthday but I ain’t put no ice around it (no no)
I can’t change the person I am baby but I can change the way that I live (rich homie)
And if a thing happened for a reason, baby I can’t change nothing I did (uh uh)
If I could change anything baby, wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid
But I did and it’s on my mind still (I'm sorry baby)
I been tryna find a way to forgive (tryna find a way)
You want diamonds off in my ear
Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me, they in the rear
We kickin' pimpin' over here, no lame bitches over here
[Chorus]
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split it
All this money boy, I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner
All these nigga takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it, they ain't ever pay homage
Yeah, Aye
Catour fuck it up
[Verse 1]
Gotta sit on this mic ‘cause I can’t keep my thoughts inside me
And I keep them hoes at my spot like Michael Lowrey
Got a bad lil bih from Paris, met her at the Eiffel Tower
Bought a brand new watch for my birthday but I ain’t put no ice around it (no no)
I can’t change the person I am baby but I can change the way that I live (rich homie)
And if a thing happened for a reason, baby I can’t change nothing I did (uh uh)
If I could change anything baby, wouldn't've made you never aborted that kid
But I did and it’s on my mind still (I'm sorry baby)
I been tryna find a way to forgive (tryna find a way)
You want diamonds off in my ear
Shinin', they know I'm clear, behind me, they in the rear
We kickin' pimpin' over here, no lame bitches over here
[Chorus]
I say them bitches ain't gettin' paid, on they face a lot of hate
But I ain't trippin' 'cause they do a lot of shade throwin'
Me and my buddy hit a lick last week, we had to split it
All this money boy, I told him let's get paid homie
I do this shit for gang gang, gave all of my niggas chains
And right now I swear I feel just like a slave owner
All these nigga takin' swag, hell yeah the homie mad
Come to think about it, they ain't ever pay homage
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