[Intro]
(Haha, what the f—?)
[Chorus]
Huh, all that tough talk just not scary to me (Just not scary at all)
That is not your house, that's an Airbnb, huh
Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me (Haha, what the f—?)
Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn
Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done
[Verse 1]
Uh, I had it finished up, baby, you ain't missin' much
I just withdrew yo' months rent and ate that shit for lunch
She blowin' up my contact, come get yo' bae
Before I fly her out to Palm Springs and separate you both
Just did my dishes in six-hundred-dollar denim
I still pray to God, but these a different type of Christians
My-my slippers Marni, look like I'm gon' steal your Christmas
My entire closet look like his entire wishlist
[Chorus]
All that—, all that tough talk just not scary for me
That is not your house, that's an Airbnb
Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me
Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn
Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done
(Haha, what the f—?)
[Chorus]
Huh, all that tough talk just not scary to me (Just not scary at all)
That is not your house, that's an Airbnb, huh
Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me (Haha, what the f—?)
Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn
Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done
[Verse 1]
Uh, I had it finished up, baby, you ain't missin' much
I just withdrew yo' months rent and ate that shit for lunch
She blowin' up my contact, come get yo' bae
Before I fly her out to Palm Springs and separate you both
Just did my dishes in six-hundred-dollar denim
I still pray to God, but these a different type of Christians
My-my slippers Marni, look like I'm gon' steal your Christmas
My entire closet look like his entire wishlist
[Chorus]
All that—, all that tough talk just not scary for me
That is not your house, that's an Airbnb
Blow a couple thou', it's like therapy for me
Appearing with yo' ass, that's a charity event, damn, damn
Ain't shit to throw some cash on your brodie head, damn
I'm mad as hell, there's ash on my Bode pants, damn
I might throw this ho a bag if she show me somethin', damn
They keep tryna hold me down, but they can't get it done
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